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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 . . .
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