Come over here Inmate and turn around,
Produce your I.D.,
It’s time to shake it down.
So drop your browns,
Your socks and briefs,
Show me the dirty soles Of both your feet,
Open up your mouth,
Stick out your tongue,
Shake out your hair and Let’s have some fun. Hey!
Cut the crying, Like it’s some big attack,
Just lift ‘em up And skin it back.
Okay, turn around Don’t dare ask why,
Just bend on over, Yeah, spread ‘em wide.
Now, put your clothes Back on and don’t act tough, ‘Cause if you want to, I can play this rough.
Just follow orders, And don’t complain,
Yeah, feel real lucky There’s some restraints.
So, get back inside Your shiny cell, Where life’s too easy
‘Though it could be hell.
RIGHT TO REDEMPTION 