Lyrics
They bring our food in the morning.
Prison staff delivers food in the morning.
They throw it at our feet.
The food is thrown disrespectfully at the prisoners' feet.
You know it's foul and it's foreign,
The food is unpleasant and foreign, but the prisoners have no choice but to eat.
but a man's gotta eat.
Expressing the necessity of survival despite unfavorable circumstances.
They take the time out
Prison staff takes time to mock or torment the prisoners.
to tease us.
Continuous teasing and taunting by the staff.
Around and round, they crow.
The staff boasts and circles around, adding to the prisoners' misery.
I keep pleading to Jesus
The narrator pleads to Jesus, questioning when they will be released from captivity.
When will they let us go?
A desperate cry for freedom and an end to the suffering.
Well, I remember the sunshine,
Recollection of a time when the narrator experienced sunlight on their face.
the way it hit my face.
Nostalgia for the warmth of the sun, contrasting the current bleak situation.
And I've been longing for sunshine
Longing for sunshine while imprisoned.
since I've been in this place.
Reflecting on the darkness and despair of the current environment.
Why, it's as dark as a dungeon.
Comparing the place of captivity to a dark dungeon.
The rats have claimed the floor.
The rats have taken over the floor, emphasizing the grim conditions.
They keep me up with their scurrying
The constant noise of rats is causing distress to the narrator.
and I can't take it no more.
Reaching a breaking point due to the unbearable conditions.
So, I close my eyes to roam,
The narrator closes their eyes to mentally escape.
just strolling over memories --
Reflecting on memories and trying to find solace in thoughts of home.
trying to catch a glimpse of home.
An attempt to find comfort amid the harsh reality of imprisonment.
So take me back to the country
An earnest desire to return to a rural, peaceful setting near a river.
down where the river bends.
Expressing a longing for a specific location associated with tranquility.
I don't care how I get there.
The means of returning home are not important; the focus is on ending the nightmare of imprisonment.
Just let this nightmare end.
Desperation to escape the current nightmarish situation.
Throw me out in the ocean
Suggesting a willingness to face the dangers of the ocean to escape captivity.
on unforgiving waves.
Desiring any opportunity to escape, even if risky.
I'll take my chances a-floating
Choosing the uncertainty of the open sea over the certainty of decay in captivity.
over rotting in this cage.
A willingness to take chances for the hope of a better outcome.
So, I close my eyes to roam,
Repeating the act of closing eyes to mentally escape and find solace.
just strolling over memories --
Continuing the mental journey through memories, seeking a connection to home.
trying to catch a glimpse of home.
The ongoing struggle to find a glimpse of home within the confines of captivity.
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