Crawling down An innocent Sweeping up the hall Creeping like a swee-pea Nightgown like a baby Head in her mother's hand Dripping into sleep Breathing a familiar smell Filling her full of her sweetheart beat Who are the hostages Never let go So many prisoners See it on their backs wherever they go Growing up a criminal With eyes that always fall Living in an age of hate Denying it all Clinking sounds of bottles Rising from the street Hearing a familiar sound Reminding him of his sweetheart's sweet heart beat This may never go away Haunting him for life So sad in iron bars See it in his eyes wherever he goes See it in his eyes wherever he goes I have been a prisoner in heaven and hell That may change hourly But what's on my back is forever & ever But what's on my back is forever & ever