Planning A Prison Break (The Receiving End of Sirens)

Warden's calling for a lockdown, baby So he'll call on interim inequities This is the last night in my body; Assist in the escape Warden's calling on a jailbreak, baby So he'll fly like only a jailbird could Like a felon, he fell into scandals, Scams, and master plans To circumvent all circumstances He thought to his throat, "We can swallow this key and leave when we please" Let's hope this stomach disagrees. "Make a clean getaway," he said, With his hands outstretched To nurse her neck She lured him in with a masochistic kiss And he wished he could be anywhere but here (Arm in arm we walk outside so that all we've done was not in vain.) Somehow, for now, this skin will have to do. This is the last night in my body.