I looked back over my shoulder as the prison doors were closing

Fifteen years of dreaming dreams were left behind that gate.

I had grown a damn sight older, I was dressed in dated clothing

I left exactly as I came but I didn't take the hate.

As I drank a cup of coffee in the cafe they call freedom

Fifty metres down the road from where I'd served my time.

And I felt a little homesick for that cosy little prison

The slop pails and the lousy food and the friends I'd left behind.

But it was home to me, they were my family

They were the only friends I ever had.

Now if I want to be back with my family

I'm going to have to go do something bad.

And I missed the friendly faces of the warders in the morning

When they woke me up and told me what the weather was outside.

Everybody knew their places, the ambitious got a warning

With no success or failure, you must be satisfied.

But it was home to me, they were my family

They were the only friends I ever had.

Now if I want to be back with my family

I'm going to have to go do something bad.

I'm going to have to go do something bad.