Well, I don't need no shackles on my twinkle toes
I don't need no irons on my feet
And I don't need no shackles on my twinkle toes
I don't need no irons on my feet

Well, if I die while I'm up here in prison
They will bury me inside these walls
And 'round my tombstone, they'll wrap their hands of razor wire
So my soul can't go back home to God at all

Well, I don't need no shackles on my twinkle toes
I don't need no irons on my feet
And I don't need no shackles on my twinkle toes
I don't need no irons on my feet

Well, there's no mercy past the gates of entry
God's got hearts that'll turn to solid stone
Oh, how can someone with a gun and billy club
Kill some boy who's just tryin' to get back home?

Well, there's some evil people in prison
Oh, pedophiles and murderers and thieves
Oh, mostly though, it's just petty drug offenders
Who're trapped like lambs in the jaws of wolves like these
Oh, Saint Peter and Gideon and Gabriel
Strike that no-till stroke in Jericho
May the horns of Heaven wreck the walls of prison
And tell those assholes to let my people go

Well, I don't need no shackles on my twinkle toes
I don't need no irons on my feet
Well, I don't need no shackles on my twinkle toes
I don't need no irons on my feet