Born In A Prison
Lennon, John
Sometime In New York City (1972)

We're born in a prison
raised in a prison
sent to a prison called school.

We cry in a prison
we love in a prison
we dream in a prison like fools.

Wood becomes a flute when it's loved
reach for yourself and your battered mates
mirror becomes a razor when it's broken
look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.

We live with no reason
kicked around for no reason
thrown out without reason like tools.

We work in a prison
and hate in a prison
and die in a prison as a rule.

Wood becomes a flute ...

We live in a prison
among judges and wardens
and wait for no reason for you.

We laugh in a prison
go through all four seasons
and die with no vision of truth.

Wood becomes a flute ...