The Hostage

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I'm a guard in the grey iron prison, at least I was 'till now
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It was never a picnic social, never a day
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They never come in laughing and you know they never taught them how
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It was damn hard work, and you wouldn't believe the pay

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It was early in the morning, lord, I wasn't but half awake
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When the cons went nuts, and took us by surprise
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I never was one for shaking, but I found it hard to stand
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With a six-inch blade held right before my eyes

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We could hear a siren blowing, somebody yelled in pain
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Then it got so quiet, you could hear a bird walk by
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They all had masks on their faces, and they spoke with a voice of Cain
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"If they come in shooting, then you know you're bound to die"

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I turned to a buddy named Willie, I said "Willie, it'll be all right
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If they meant to kill us we'd be half way down to Hell
See, they high-jacked a plane in the desert
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And the government screamed and cried
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But to save some lives, they opened up a prison cell"

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So the days kept coming and going, tension was getting high
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But I wasn't too worried, I figured I knew the score
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I knew they were talking to someone, I knew they were willing to try
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So I figured my freedom was a matter of a day or two more

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But, Jesus, early this morning, the whirlybird dropped the gas
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It made me puke and it brought me to my knees
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The bullets came like hailstones, I heard the first ones pass
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Then they cut down Willie, and they got Jim Kelly and me

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They come in yelling curses, like they were crossing the River Rhine
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Shot down every goddamned thing they saw
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And while I lay there wounded, I took another one in my spine
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Poor Jim Kelly took another one in his jaw

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They say we had our throats cut by a band of desperate men
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Say they saved as many of us as they could
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Well, the governor he should know it, but I think I'll say it again
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That the governor cut my throat and he cut it good

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Let them take the governor, hold him for a couple of days
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See who goes in shooting to set him free
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Hell, they'd open every jail in the country, they'd send them on their way
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They'd never do to him what the governor done to me

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