Ciaran Murphy - When I Get Out

Arms stretched wide in a passive way,
One more strip search to begin the day,
Pig thick warders carrying out the governors orders without question,
And it they feel so hard in their boiler suits,
Their foot long batons and their nazi boots,
And they tried to break me with their dirty looks,
But I’m not frightened,
It’s when I tell myself “You wont be here forever one fine day your going home”
And well beyond these walls, wires, mesh and cameras,
I’ll catch up with them alone.

But they stare me out like the living dead,
They let their sniffer dogs go through my bed,
And the governor jokes that they’ll be better fed, than any prisoner
They make their living making my life hell,
Don’t look for justice in a 9 foot cell
“Comply at once boy or we’ll hit the bell and you’ll be batoned”
But I still tell myself I wont be here forever, One fine day I’m going home,
And well beyond these walls, wires, mesh and cameras,
I’ll catch up with them alone.

I’ve got 5 years down and I’ve 1 to go,
And I’ve felt emotions that you’ll never know,
But depression passes and my anger grows with every minute,
And these hard men screws that control my life,
They searched my children and disgraced my wife,
They’re gonna have a run in with my Stanley knife,
When I’m a free man.

I’m gonna hunt them down for every single minute,
They’ll regret it wait and see,
Every smart remark and grim humiliation, every time they tortured me,
When the screw comes home from his local bar,
I’ll be waiting for him in a little car,
And I’ll put the right foot on it ,
and the fucker will hit the bonnet one screw over,
When he’s walking home from the greyhound track,
He’ll feel my hammer bouncing off his back,
And that grim frustration that I felt in Isolation will be settled,
So I tell myself “You wont be here forever, one fine day your going home”
And well beyond these walls, wires, mesh and cameras,
I’ll catch up with them alone.

When the governors out in his Sunday best,
He’ll feel my Stanley knife across his chest,
And my ten hole DM Boots will do the rest,
Thats for Jimbo, (McDonald beaten to death by screws in HMP Maghaberry 1996)
When he turns the key to his private flat,
I’ll be waiting for him with my baseball bat,
And he’ll feel the anger of the dead still hanger he tormented
I used to tell myself don’t let them make you bitter,
Then they’ve got a hold on you,
But this country lets them get away with murder,
So murders what I’m going to do.

See I’ve watched brave men driven half insane,
As they left their children standing in the rain,
I heard young women screaming out in pain in isolation,
And I heard screws laugh as they cut the rope,
Of a young dead addict who gave up all hope,
Sure they only caught him with a lump of dope and took remission,
So I tell myself “You wont be here forever, one fine day your going home”
And well beyond these walls, wires, mesh and cameras,
I’ll catch up with them alone,

I used to tell myself don’t let them make you bitter,
Then they’ve got a hold on you,
But this country lets them get away with murder,
So murders what I’m going to do,
I’m gonna hunt them down for every single minute,
They’ll regret it wait and see,
Every smart remark and grim humiliation, every time they tortured me,
Every time they tortured me.