Jailer

Mmm…
No, no, no, no…
Oh yeah
I’m in chains, you’re in chains too
I wear uniforms
And you wear uniforms too
I’m a prisoner
You’re a prisoner too, Mr. Jailer, oh!
I have fears, you have fears too
I will die, but yourself will die too
Life is beautiful
Don’t you think so too, Mr. Jailer?
I’m talking to you jailer!
Stop calling me a prisoner
Let he who is without sin
Be the first to cast the stone
Mr. Jailer, Mr. Jailer man
You suppress all my strategies
You oppress every part of me
What you don’t know
You’re a victim too, Mr. Jailer, oh!
You don’t care about my point of view
If I die another will work for you
So you treat me like a modern slave, Mr. Jailer
If you walking in a market place
Don’t throw stones
Even if you do, you just might hit
One of your own
Life is not about your policies
All the time
So you better rearrange your philosophies
And be good to your fellow man
I hear my baby say
I want be president
I want your money
From my government
What he don’t know
What he would know
What he can know
Jailer, jailer
Be good, be good, be good…