Borstal - Oxymoron

Now you’re in a jam, hold your head between your hands

Clench your fist to keep your ground

In a war that can’t be won

Banned to the borstal, now you’re cornered

Banned to the borstal, you’re disordered

Banned to the borstal, now you’re locked away… like buried

Cry, you have no choice

Punishment at any price

You submit to what the wankers say

Just to live another day

Open you’re eyes and you’ll see

You’re just a toy of their schemes

Open your eyes and you’ll see

They try to prevent that you’re free

Now they let you down, and you feel you’re all alone

Just the dreams of yesterday, help you stand another day