Straight through the power lines
Past the eastern well
Across the river
To the wall from hell
Eleven feet of concrete
Spans the whole damn city
No way over
No time for pity
It's all work here
No time for play
It's like we're locked up here in
Guantanamo bay
You work and you fight
For a pay that seems right
But they ain't listening
With they're money a glistenin'