| Well, I don’t need no shackles on my twinkle toes
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| I don’t need no irons on my feet
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| And I don’t need no shackles on my twinkle toes
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| I don’t need no irons on my feet
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| Well, if I die while I’m up here in prison
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| They will bury me inside these walls
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| And around my tombstone they’ll wrap their rounds of razor wire
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| So my soul can’t go back home to God
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| Well, I don’t need no shackles on my twinkle toes
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| I don’t need no irons on my feet
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| And I don’t need no shackles on my twinkle toes
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| I don’t need no irons on my feet
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| Well, there’s no mercy past the gates of entry
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| Guards got hearts that’ll turn to solid stone
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| Oh, how can someone with a gun and billy club
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| Kill some boy who’s just trying to get back hom
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| Well, there’s som evil people here in prison
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| Oh, pedophiles and murderers and thieves
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| But mostly though it’s just petty drug offenders
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| Who are trapped like lambs in the jaws of wolves like these
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| Oh, St. Peter and Gideon and Gabriel
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| Strike that note you struck in Jericho
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| Let the horns of heaven wreck the walls of prison
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| And tell those assholes to let my people go
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| Well, I don’t need no shackles on my twinkle toes
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| I don’t need no irons on my feet
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| And I don’t need no shackles on my twinkle toes
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| I don’t need no irons on my feet |