Letra de Song for Florence, AZ

The fences, the wire, the dress code on the wall
The transfers, the searches, the bullshit they paint in the hall
And the walls that hold you in
Are just a million ashes waiting for release
We'll shake the gates of hell until you're free
The phone calls, the hearings:
I hear the public defender's alright
The bailiffs, the judges:
Shareholders getting paid tonight
Just so many ashes waiting for release
Make up the walls of a prison cell
We're storming heaven, or we're raising hell