Prison Grove

Warren Zevon · The Wind [2003]

An icy wind burns and scars

Rushes in like a fallen star

Through the narrow space

Between these bars

Looking down on Prison Grove



Dug in, hunkered down

Hours race without a sound

Gonna carry me to where I'm bound

Looking down on Prison Grove



Iron will hard as rock

Hold my up for the fateful knock

When they walk me down in a mortal lock

Out on Prison Grove



Shine on all these broken lives

Shine on

Shine the light on me



Knick Knack Paddy Wack

They say you'll hear your own bones crack

When they bend you back to bible black

Then you'll find your love