All of the prisoners serving life sentences   Wait for the earth to suddenly shake   For the walls to somehow suddenly come crumbling, tumbling   And for the bars to somehow magically break      Oh there's nothing wrong with them that a thousand bucks can't fix   That a thousand arms can't hold down   In the ground they're tattooing the stones with curses like cavemen   "Your mama was here"      But they want to run through the air with no barriers or obstacles   Gunmen or guard dogs or priests   And to rise from the mud and start over and over   With the people all dead   Uh uh uh uh uh      If Hans Christian Anderson could have had his way with me   Then none of this shit would have ever gone down      In my cell I'm tattooing myself with mermaids and swallows   And though I do swallow   My mama thinks I'm grown but I'm really just little   And someday I will remember   Someday I will remember   Someday I will remember