Senators - 29 Years lyrics

You know I dreamed about you for twenty-nine years Before I held you in my hand, devised a plan to get out of here Drew exclusive blueprints usin' every pen that appeared Primed my timing right to make my move once the coast was clear The way that I'm livin' it, I'm stricken with this frustration I hate it, I'm livid, I can't give it another day, son Just facin' the limits, it's been pissin' me off from day one Scrapin' the digits, scriptin' the wall with every day done Consider vintage flicks depictin' prison, I'm livin' it Silhouetted bars exhibited in bars that I've written To live again with images of things I'm missin' was fiction 'Til the intimate bits of what we're sittin' on became vivid Keep an eye on the supply lines, watch where they go Never let 'em catch on, get your work done when they say so But we're craftin' plans behind their backs as we dance their little tango 'Til we're free and feelin' the beach breeze in Zihuatanejo [Hook] So clear I can't live this way Every day I fake my way through the same routine And it's time that I made my escape Get away from these chains, try to break right through these Tonight's the night we stifle twenty-five to life, and overnight We're climbin' over strife just like the pipes behind the wall's design And by the time the light will rise, those guys will find a nice surprise Finally identify the signs, we couldn't be confined Lights out, spy around, ready set jet [Get the dummy head in place in case they do a bed check] Notepad, photographs, we're checkin' out so don't forget [And remember to cover the vent behind you when you've left] Then in the ventilation shaft we're gettin' shafted with this doubt ["Keep that sh** down man, you're gettin' too loud! If we get made now, this chance'll never come back around All those years of preppin'? Forget 'em, we're NEVER gettin' out!"] Dude you're freakin' out, calm down, relax and check your map The vent on top is right on top of us, look up, that's where it's at This new sight gives renewed pride, we were right, man Two guys seein' moonlight, just like we planned [Hook] Made it to the roof, now it's time to get down Dodgin' all the spotlights so we don't get found Make it to the edge and then rappel down to the ground [And use the rope we got from Joe, we gonna flow without a sound] Now, get the wire cutters out for the fence Gotta crouch, gotta prowl, gettin' 'round the last defense Then, we're bowin' out on hourlies of seven cents It's heaven sent to exit lives that didn't make a bit of sense Last snip, [that's it, no need for worry] We were too sharp, nothin' that we were ignoring [Ain't gonna be any sirens 'til the morning] When they're floored the corridor's holdin' two less men snoring Crawl through and stand up, wind in my face [Free men in the field, ready for the next stage] Now we were never sittin' in prison, I've only been in one cage The common job monotony stoppin' me from rockin' on a stage