| Song | Prison Grove |
| Artist | Warren Zevon |
| Album | The Wind |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Calderon, Zevon | |
| An icy wind burns and scars | |
| Rushes in like a fallen star | |
| Through the narrow space | |
| Between these bars | |
| Looking down on prison grove | |
| Dug in, hunkered down | |
| Hours race without a sound | |
| Gonna carry me to where | |
| I'm boundLooking down on prison grove | |
| Iron will hard as rock | |
| Hold me up for the fateful knock | |
| When they walk me down in a mortal lock | |
| Out on prison grove | |
| Shine on all these broken lives | |
| Shine on, shine the light on me | |
| Knick knack paddy wack | |
| They say, "You'll hear your own bones crack" | |
| When they bend you back to bible black | |
| Then you'll find your love | |
| Some folks have to die too hard | |
| Some folks have to cry too hard | |
| Take one last look at the prison yard | |
| Goodbye prison grove | |
| Shine on all these broken lives | |
| Shine on, shine the light on me | |
| Come on, come on, come on | |
| Come on, hey |
| zuo ci : Calderon, Zevon | |
| An icy wind burns and scars | |
| Rushes in like a fallen star | |
| Through the narrow space | |
| Between these bars | |
| Looking down on prison grove | |
| Dug in, hunkered down | |
| Hours race without a sound | |
| Gonna carry me to where | |
| I' m boundLooking down on prison grove | |
| Iron will hard as rock | |
| Hold me up for the fateful knock | |
| When they walk me down in a mortal lock | |
| Out on prison grove | |
| Shine on all these broken lives | |
| Shine on, shine the light on me | |
| Knick knack paddy wack | |
| They say, " You' ll hear your own bones crack" | |
| When they bend you back to bible black | |
| Then you' ll find your love | |
| Some folks have to die too hard | |
| Some folks have to cry too hard | |
| Take one last look at the prison yard | |
| Goodbye prison grove | |
| Shine on all these broken lives | |
| Shine on, shine the light on me | |
| Come on, come on, come on | |
| Come on, hey |
| zuò cí : Calderon, Zevon | |
| An icy wind burns and scars | |
| Rushes in like a fallen star | |
| Through the narrow space | |
| Between these bars | |
| Looking down on prison grove | |
| Dug in, hunkered down | |
| Hours race without a sound | |
| Gonna carry me to where | |
| I' m boundLooking down on prison grove | |
| Iron will hard as rock | |
| Hold me up for the fateful knock | |
| When they walk me down in a mortal lock | |
| Out on prison grove | |
| Shine on all these broken lives | |
| Shine on, shine the light on me | |
| Knick knack paddy wack | |
| They say, " You' ll hear your own bones crack" | |
| When they bend you back to bible black | |
| Then you' ll find your love | |
| Some folks have to die too hard | |
| Some folks have to cry too hard | |
| Take one last look at the prison yard | |
| Goodbye prison grove | |
| Shine on all these broken lives | |
| Shine on, shine the light on me | |
| Come on, come on, come on | |
| Come on, hey |