The Inmates And Prisoners, I Found They

Every Step Of The Way We Walk The Line Your Days Are Numbered, So Are Mine Time Is Pilin' Up, We Struggle And We Scrape We're All Boxed In, Nowhere To Escape

She Never Stumbles, She's Got No Place To Fall. She's Nobody's Child, The Law Can't Touch Her At All.

You'll Find God In The Church Of Your Choice, You'll Find Woody Guthrie In The Brooklyn State Hospital.

You Better Start Swimming, Or You'll Sink Like A Stone. Because The Time's They Are A-changing.

Michelangelo Indeed Could Have Carved Out Your Features.