Open call for prison architects Send me your blueprints A.S.A.P. Stack the walls such that I cannot breathe Man is breedin' forever, because of the weather I hope soon to leave from the east No more absolutes, no more absolutes Stick your penitentiary clothes inside the vent and run along, Leigh ♪ Amateur sea salt gatherers colonized They're good enough for Conrad Hilton, not good enough for my eyes I trust you will tell me if I am making a fool of myself Man is breedin' forever, breedin' forever, they come out and blister the sea Oh, yeah