my cell is just a tiny cell
a very tiny room
it has 1 little light
that shines through the gloom
my door is sometimes open
i see a friend or two
then its quickly closed again
by a man they call a screw
i wake up on a morning
i wash, shave, and scrub
then i walk down a long corridor
to the things the screws call grub
i'll be glad when i leave this place
and see my cell no more
but i'll surly miss the walk
from the window to the door
