Story Behind The Song

Based on stories told to the lyricist by his Grandfather

Song Description

The song is in the first person of the priosoner. He talks about defiance of his captors, and what he experiences as a prisoner of war. In the end he escapes

Lyrics

Prisoner of War

You can threaten me, you can cripple me
But you can?t make me talk
You can spit at me, burn me with a lit cigar
Cut off my toes so I can?t walk
Shove your razors up my fingernails and curse me with your foreign words
You and your men can just keep on taking turns
This interrogation?s nothing but a waste of time
You?ll hear as much out of me as you would from a mime
After all my open wounds mold over with a slime
I?ll find a way out of this chair and gouge out your eyes
I?ve been trained not to crack so intact is how I?ll stay
I don?t care about the tooth that you just pulled,
I didn?t use it that much anyway
I?ve been conditioned by the best of the best
So take my food I don?t need to eat
All I need in order to survive is my honor, some air and a heartbeat
This interrogation?s nothing but a waste of your time
I won?t let your tactics open my mouth or open up my mind
After all my infected gashes mold over with a slime
I?ll finally get out of this chair and kill you all on the drop of a dime
Your bullets only hurt for a little
And the drugs you give only make me sweat a little
I?m getting used to the taste of blood and pavement
And the nauseating smells and screams spilling through the air vent
You could have thrown me in a pitch black cell
After I ignored your demands
And left me there until you and your men came up with better plans
You should have shot me when you had the chance
I told you that I wouldn?t talk
Just maybe you?d all be alive right now if I didn?t pick the lock