In Cellblock AB12

No one here can talk no sense
Talking only makes us tense
Everyone here pleads innocence
As I serve out my sentence

No one here gets out alive
No one here can ever survive
No one here will live to tell
Tales of cellblock AB 12

There is a dissident on the rack
Telling truth just broke his back
There is a rebel with his tongue cut out
Can’t talk no more, but he can still shout

We are all here dissidents
We’ve got brave hearts
and we’ve got no sense
Telling truth to power
was our offence
Telling truth to power is our offence

In the end how you live and die
Doesn’t really matter
If you live a lie
We are all here just dissidents
We’ve got brave hearts
and we’ve got no sense
Telling truth to power
was our offence

Telling truth to power
was our offence