We look like fools
and we feel
like wraiths
we slave in the fields
we need a rest 
but the guards say 
we'll work on 
until our death

as the sun rises higher
the temperature climbs
the water warms 
we’re going out of our minds 
all for a few 
minor crimes
the overseers's daughter 
she tempts our loins
to add to our misery 
because she’s just fine

so I say to my neighbour 
I think it's time
to make the move 
leave this behind
i wait for the right moment 
to add crime on crime 

with a pick I break 
the chains that bind
and I leave that line 
without a sign
determined to be the one 
that they never find 

I run through the fields
I run through the bush
I run desperate
I run in a rush
in the furtherest place
I find my kind
I settle into my new life 
of crime upon crime

as the hunt goes on
me they’ll never find
because my escape was right
my escape was a sign
that day god smiled on me
he had criminals on his mind
and to criminals he was kind 
because god is merciful and
god is just
every now and then 
he looks also after us