The Warden
The warden stands tall as he walks down the hall
Puts all our lives on the shelf
Holding the keys to our miseries
How does he live with himself
How does the warden sleep at night
After the long days through
Does he toss and turn does his conscience burn
Is he a prisoner too?
Down in this pen full of sorrow and sin
Do the days weigh on his chest
When the warden goes home to his house
Made of stone
How does he get any rest
How does the warden sleep at night
After the long days through
Does he toss and turn does his conscience burn
Is he a prisoner too?
Warden, oh warden
Are you so different than me
Oh warden, warden
What does it mean to be free?
I look through the bars to look at the stars
And we're all the same so it seems
And just like me I wonder if he
Can ever find peace in his dreams
How does the warden sleep at night
After the long days through
Does he toss and turn does his conscience burn
Is he a prisoner too?
Are you a prisoner too?