Lyrics
When I take the prisoners swimming
They have the time of their lives
I love to watch them floating
On their backs
Unburdened and relaxed
I sit in the tall grass and look the other way
And when I hall them in, they always say
"Our sencences will not be served
We are constantly on trial
It's a way to be free"
Most nights, I go for a drive
To the highest place I can find
Stand there on a cliff with goose flesh
Watching the wind rip the leaves of the trees
Death defying
Every breath
Death defying
Soon we'll all be back in the yard
Behind the wall
Leaving heart
Dreaming of cool rivers and tall grass
We are constantly on trial
It's a way to be free
We are constantly on trial
It's a way to be free
