Lock him up and throw away the key Let him fill with hopelessness and misery Wasting all his days away, never sees the light of day Except for a tiny little hole where the sun peeks through Well he was doomed from the start, falsely accused Questioned for weeks, verbal abuse And we condone that crime Coerced to confess, strip-searched and undressed Out on the streets, yes, now there is one less Let him do the time But how do you expect that man To live his life when the bars are gone? Make him weak, then break him to pieces Faith is all gone, stopped praying to Jesus When will this war be won? Yeah, I see there's nothing left here but the skin and the bone And a poem that I wrote for the strangers alone Just a skin and the bone, that's all that is left here The spirit was once near, now countdown to next year Let him cool off, get clear In a zone without eyes, without no ears It's like the bottom of the sea floor Pressure getting dense in a sense like seesaw Like a before, after The capture, soulless master without laughter Ain't no smiles and fun When the sun goes down, there's nowhere to run But how do you expect that man To live his life when the bars are gone? Make him weak, then break him to pieces Faith is all gone, stopped praying to Jesus When will this war be won?