Tekster: Smog. Knock Knock. River Guard.

When I take the prisoners swimming
They have the time of their lives
I love to watch them floating

On their backs
Unburdened and relaxed

I sit in the tall grass and look the other way
And when I haul them in they always say
Our sencences will not served

We are constantly on trial
It's a way to be free

Most nights I go for a drive
To the highest place I can find
Stand there on a cliff with gooseflesh
Watching the wind rip the leaves from the trees

Death defying
Every breath
Death defying

Soon we will all be back in the yard
Behind the wall
Living hard
Dreaming of cool rivers and tall grass

We are constantly on trial
It's a way to be free

We are constantly on trial
It's a way to be free