| They set the rules | |
| They want me to break | |
| Take all my money | |
| Set me straight | |
| Then they confine me | |
| Make me check in | |
| Analyze my piss | |
| Ask me where I've been | |
| They send me to classes | |
| That say I've been bad | |
| Take some more money | |
| Prove to me I've been had | |
| And they'll keep on trying | |
| To straighten me out | |
| And the more that they try | |
| The more I doubt | |
| This system of corrections | |
| That they put me through | |
| Hasn't brought about change | |
| But, this is nothing new |