Cold Chisel - Four Walls Lyrics
They're calling time for exerciseRound her Majesty's hotelThe maid'll hose the room outWhen I'm goneI never knew such luxuryBefore my verdict fellFour walls, washbasin, prison bedWell the Bathurst riots endedWhen they clubbed the rebels downAnd in every congregationThere was silenceYou can hear the Angels singin'When Christmas comes aroundFour walls, washbasin, prison bedI love to march while some Nazi calls the timeWho'd wanna go homeI can't seeI can't hearThey've burnt out all the feelingI've never been so crazyAnd it's just my second yearFour walls, washbasin, prison bed