My little room
My little cell
It's my little home
In this little jail
Pictures are hung
Books are stacked neat
Brown steely doors
Cold grey concrete
Follow the rules
Keep your mouth shut
Straighten your scrubs
Name badge up front
Doors open up
Then seal us in tight
So piggies can sleep
Better at night
Scum of the Earth
That's what they say
No chance for us
Put us away
These are our lives
Worse than you know
Sit and just rot
Instead of to grow
Here we will sit
Until comes the day
They bid us to leave
Instead of to stay
Wait in my room
Wait in my cell
In my little home
In my little jail
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