Raised In A Prison (The Mob)

Raised in a prison with iron bars And walls too high to be climbed Raised in a four cornered corridor Always kept silent and blind Taught how to grow straight and upright Taught how to love and obey Taught how to speak when you're spoken to And then taught what you can say Throw into a job at a factory Making money for those up above Running and fetching and fetching and running Slot into the job like a glove Marry a boy from the factory whose dream was a girl like you running and fetching and fetching running She was taught this was what she should do Renting a house on the East Side of hell With garden and wonderful view Of kids playing war in the street after school Who were taught this is what they should do Watching the TV till hubby comes home Unable to stand on his feet Black and White pictures of policemen with sticks Smashing f**k out of kids on the street Raised in a prison with iron bars And walls to high to be climbed Raised in a four cornered corridor Always kept silent and blind