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.
[Chorus:]
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,