Raised In A Prison - THE MOB

Raised in a prison with iron bars

And walls too high to be climbed

Raised in a four cornered corridor

Always kept silent and blind

Taught how to grow straight and upright

Taught how to love and obey

Taught how to speak when you’re spoken to

And then taught what you can say

Throw into a job at a factory

Making money for those up above

Running and fetching and fetching and running

Slot into the job like a glove

Marry a boy from the factory

Whose dream was a girl like you

Running and fetching and fetching running

She was taught this was what she should do

Renting a house on the East Side of hell

With garden and wonderful view

Of kids playing war in the street after school

Who were taught this is what they should do

Watching the TV till hubby comes home

Unable to stand on his feet

Black and White pictures of policemen with sticks

Smashing f*ck out of kids on the street

Raised in a prison with iron bars

And walls to high to be climbed

Raised in a four cornered corridor

Always kept silent and blind