Rambo and his cohorts

Might just sell you a dream

Sneaking and mopping you know he's down the hall Contraband passing hand to hand

Anything you need,just give rambo a call

Then they strike

And you cannot save him Nor can the guards

And your behind bars They stand down

They just want their salary As Rambo bleeds

On the cellblock floor

Another day of corn and mash

They might just serve you some tea

In depth planning, for the day you go free Then they pounce as you collapse they mount straight to the hole, they throw away the key

Your child comes

You cannot see them

They go home

And your cell turns cold

You stand up

And shout I'm not guilty Aren't we all?

You hear from across the hall