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