The Ballad of Steven Sandison

You can't incarcerate the voices in my head
Singing songs of freedom, meeting monsters in the dread
Prison's a bitch, but I ain't no bitch my friend
He crossed the line, I crossed his eyes and went to bed
Bet he regret that shit he said

I come from violence it's the only way I know
Bloodied and beaten from the cradle to death row
All they had were bibles so I guess I learned it well
I realized some folks are better off in hell
That pedophile wont live to tell

When the night falls I'll be there
To replace all the ugly things
With flowers tied like nooses in her hair

Change the ones to zero
Change the ones to zero
Change the ones to zero
I am not no hero, no no no
No

I am such a naughty boy
Hobbies of the violent sort have always been the type that I enjoy

Change the ones to zero
Change the ones to zero
Change the ones to zero
I am not no hero, no no no

It's true to say that he's got nothing left to lose
This is the part two to the Folsom prison blues
Ain't got no remorse for killing sickness in the brain
He crossed the line, I crossed his eyes and took the blame
I'm stuck in prison just the same

The say that only god can judge him where he's sent
I swear I didn't judge the man, no I only set up the appointment

Change the ones to zero
Change the ones to zero
Change the ones to zero
I am not no hero, no no no