Prisoners

They told you you're so damn important & you thought important was the way to be You'll never find the song within you Preoccupied you were with bein' free you know the day's gonna come A man finds his soul is on the run (ain't that fun) Nothin' matters, it's all lies (ain't that nice) find yourself a jail Only prisoners can sing Find yourself a crutch Only crippled ones can't swing --- Prisoners - Herman Brood