Lock him up and throw away the key
Let him fill with hopelessness and misery
Wasting all his days away, never sees the light of day
Except for a tiny little hole where the sun peeks through
Well he was doomed from the start, falsely accused
Questioned for weeks, verbal abuse
We condone that crime
Coerced to confess, strip searched and undressed
Out on the streets yes now there is one less
Let him do the time
But how do you expect that man
To live his life when the bars are gone?
Make him weak, then break him to pieces
Faith is all gone stopped praying to Jesus
When will this war be won?