Blek

"Bringar lekfulla existentiella konstverk"

Alcatraz

Kategori: Texter

You’re walking in after your doom
Getting a cell called your new room
Here will you stay as long as they say
It can take years before a new day
 
Since none of you can’t be on your own
You’re put in a prison instead of a home
Like a day care for criminals without any fun
With a little luck you could maybe see the sun
 
If only you had followed all the rules
You could be using whatever kind of tools
Nothing is served except some food
It all depends on your kind of mood
 
They were playing, playing with fire
Falling for their own stupid desire
Being bad and doing horrible stuff
Killing people, a sorry isn’t enough
Cheating with money, breaking the law
A crazy man running with a big orange saw
Put them on an island, where they can’t reach
Hope in some crazy way it will teach
 
Take of your clothes, put on an overall
You can choose between, large, medium and small
They are black and white or the color blue
You get a little green toothbrush too
 
When you step inside the doors, you will get a number
That will let the guards know, that you have been dumber
The security on the island is known to be safe
But there could still be people trying to escape
 
Right in San Fransisco there’s this rock
Now it’s only history so now they never lock
Through the years this place was filled with crimes
Today it has only made me come up with some rimes