Smog

When I take the prisoners swimming
They have the time of their lives
I love to watch them floating
On their backs
Unburden and relaxed
I sit in the tall grass and look the other way
And when I hall them in they always sing
Our sencencess will not served
We are constantly on trial
Its a way to be free
Most nights I go for a drive
To to the highest place I can find
Stand there on a cliff with gooseflesh