If you're stripping down at dawn, pounding at the granite
Balls out across the lawn, falling like you planned it
When you feel your conscience prick maybe you should make a break for it
When every nail you break feels like a rejection
But you keep 'em long in case you need the protection
After you've been tunneling straight into the warden's den I bet you're feel thin
Man, I swear you gotta break out
When you're filling in the banks, filing through the days
If a sin is a thing which answers to a name
And you're falling into pits which can't be explained away
Don't stop to get the kids just catch the nearest wave and get the hell out
When you're feeling burdened by the charade of the sexes
Whether promises derive from faith or reflexes
When you see the exit sign standing to attention
Go flip on LCI because there's been a break out