Written by Yoko Ono



We are born in a prision,

raised in a prision

Send to a prision called school,



We cry in a prision,

We love in a prision,

We live in a prision,

like fools.



Chorus:

Wood becomes a flut when

it's loved,

reach for your self and your

battered mates.

Mirror becomes a razor when

it's broken,

Look in a mirror and see

your shattered fate.



We live with no reason,

Kicked around for no reason,

Thrown out without reason

like tools.



Work in a prision

And hate in aprision

And die in a prision

as a rule.



chorus



We live in a prision

Among judges and wardnes

And wait for no reason or use

We laugh in a prision,

Go through all four seasons

And die with no vision

or truth



chorus