My house is a prison

Jail of our own making

Melbourne, City of Jails

Everyone an inmate

Our jail is more a home

Soul mate for a cell mate

We do our time in style

Some get their own Pentridge

Alone in a crowded hell.

6 weeks of life behind bars

Sentenced, confined, curfewed

Until we spread no more.

 

Alone we are together

Together we wait parole

Parole from within our cells

The cells we made ourselves