Song For Florence, AZ
๐ต 490 characters
โฑ๏ธ 1:14 duration
๐ ID: 2307725
๐ Lyrics
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 hel
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 hel