Same old story for the Warden
We're all innocent men
Tell the state we need pardon
For many things we never didTell my wife I'm waiting for parole
Tell my kids I'm not a criminalWhen the guards come and pull me from the dark
Take me on a walk out in the yardWhere talking with the Priest and the Doctor, the Warden and the Driver from the Coroner's officeSame old story from the warden
Your conviction still stands
Don't tell me you have forgotten
You killed your wife and your kidsAll my nights I've waited for their ghosts
To tell them I am not a criminalAnd did I go crazy in the dark?
How many years have I been locked up in this place?And the Guards are taking me to a chamber, room full of strangers
What could this mean?Everyone was looking 'round, they watched the clock counting down
What could this be?Suddenly I start to choke, the room is filling up with smoke
What could this mean?