Sing Sing Old Prison Walls Still Sing

Sing Sing old prison walls still sing As men worked beyond their limits The stench of old sparky still clings Silence lingers as its laws prohibits Yet Sing Sing old prison walls still sing Of those prisoners laments, within Blooded weal’s on flesh that stings Sometimes strung up left to swing Yet Sing Sing old prison walls still sing So many went by the electric chair Yeah, it so really became the thing Last chance to repent and a prayer With it, the walls of Sing Sing, sing With it, the walls of Sing Sing, sing Sing . . .