As the train rolls in You're welcomed by the stench Inhabitants, nothing but skin and bone The ground, nothing but filth Clinging to the hope That one day you'll be exchanged Till then, you're just a citizen In this confederate stockade As a prisoner of war In an overcrowded pen Where disease and vermin breed A swamp of human waste Prisoner of war Trapped beneath the southern sun Become one with the ground Become the waste Eaten alive by lice Teeth falling out from scurvy Rations stolen by raiders Sadistic guards, burning sun As you rot away A dying man will ask If the Enfields above the deadline Is punishment or mercy Punishment or mercy You're a prisoner of war In an overcrowded pen Where disease and vermin breed A swamp of human waste Prisoner of war Trapped beneath the southern sun Become one with the ground Become the waste