And for the bars to somehow magically break
Gunmen or guard dogs or priests
Aw, there's nothing wrong with them
In my cell I'm tattooing myself with
If Hans Christian Andersen could've had his way with me
But they want to run through the air
And to rise from the mud and start over and over
Someday I will remember
And someday I will remember
With the people all dead
That a thousand bucks can't fix
With no barriers or obstacles
For the walls to somehow suddenly come crumbling, tumbling
Mermaids and swallows and though I do swallow
That a thousand arms can't hold down
Cusses like cavemen, your momma was here
Then none of this shit would have ever gone down
In the ground they're tattooing the stones with
My mama thinks I'm grown but I'm really just little
