They call me sprung.
I been in and out of this place so long, I know every inch of it.

I get out have some fun and wake up back in my old bunk. What can I say, the place is a shithole but I think im kind of fond of it.

The new folks they get to hear bout me sooner or later.guesss im kind of a legend round here.then they come begging, get me out sprung, I heard you can do it.

Yea I can do it, done it many times before, but I wont.take your chances without me.
Im done with all that.

The last sprung I done, that one went real bad, got real messy.
Ten guys ran that night, and I waved them off. Good guys all of them.
Only two survived it. The guards were ruthless, hunted them down like dogs, guesss I pulled one two many sprungs, shot em up real bad, I hear the families had to have closed caskets. Jay survived barly, bad damage in his head, he is still in on C block, and I hear him crying some nights.

 Only old jonnie eagle got away that night, ahh Johnny, I can see him now drinking cocktails on a boat in the Bahamas. Just like that postcard.

Maybe ill join him one day. But I don't think so.im just sprung and im getting too old to change.