C  Cm  G   A 

       C                  Cm
We're born in a prision, raised in a prision
 C                        C7
Send to a prision called school,
    F                    Fm
We cry in a prision, We love in a prision,
    C                       D
We dream in a prision, like fools.
 E                              C#m
Wood becomes a flute when it's loved,
A                            B
reach for yourself and your battered mates.
E                                 C#m
Mirror becomes a razor when it's broken,
A                                B
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.

C    Cm    G    A

We live with no reason, kicked round for no reason,

C  Cm  G  A

Transcribed by Leif thiborg 061020 leisounds@telia.com