I used to dream in color and I wished away the days
Waitin' on the slightest chance that I would get to play
A guilded harp, a silver horn with a bonny tune to sing
A place inside a golden hall to prance around the king
When I was young I wished to be
Up to my neck in a fantasy
Why did I sign on that bloody dotted line?
Let the devils hold it over me

Is it a crime to live when you cannot afford the means?
Is it a crime to walk the earth like ravenous machines?
Is there a way to bridge a gap across a great divide?
Is it a secret thrill to know the gods are on your side?
When I was young I wished to be
A landed man with a back forty
Why did I sign on that bloody dotted line?
Let the devils hold it over me
 
[hep]
[yau]

The smoke still clouds my wits
The stink still fills my pores
From the night they kicked down the door
… Down the door
… Down the door

The blood still stains my lips
The grief still chafes my soul
My pride was raked through the coals
… Through the coals
… Through the coals
[come on]

The yonder prison walls
They own my flesh and bones
But my thoughts are mine alone
… Mine alone
… Mine alone
[hey]
…
[he-ey]
[hep]
[he]