Follow the blue line feeling wretched unclean If these walls could talk, I wonder Would they whisper, would they scream? No one here is guilty None of this is true Still you know you had it coming Some you win, some you lose
Wave your liberty goodbye Your mother’s tears will pay for your father’s lies Brothers, sisters, lovers united in greed They’ll give you anything But they just can’t set you free, no
They call it the Pentonville blues You can cry, give some bad boy attitude If you let them take your dignity you lose That’s why they call it the Pentonville blues
Deafening silence as they load up the van Right now I know what kind of fool I think I am No one here is guilty None of this is true Still you know you had it coming Some you win, some you lose
Wave your liberty goodbye Your mother’s tears will pay for your father’s lies Brothers, sisters, lovers united in greed They’ll give you anything But they just can’t set you free, no
They call it the Pentonville blues You can cry, give some bad boy attitude If you let them take your dignity you lose That’s why they call it the Pentonville blues
XP7073, that’s what they call me XP7073, that’s what they call me The Pentonville blues The Pentonville blues