Fifteen years of dreaming dreams were left behind that gate.
I left exactly as I came but I didn't take the hate.
Fifty metres down the road from where I'd served my time.
The slop pails and the lousy food and the friends I'd left behind.
They were the only friends I ever had.
I'm going to have to go do something bad.
When they woke me up and told me what the weather was outside.
With no success or failure, you must be satisfied.