Well I'm waiting on the day



When the people walk free to see



When the penitentiary is on fire



When there's no need



To bleed



For your mother or your brother



Or the one that bomes before you whoa



Well I'm waiting on a time when people walk free to see



>From the renitentiary in our mind



When there's no need to bleed



For your father



Or your son



Or the one that you've become



When the penitentiary is on fire



When the penitentiary is on fire