Day At The Pen

So quiet I can hear a domino fall
Things are not right
Everyone went to the dining hall
Something is happening tonight

As "yard out" is called from the booth
A roar erupts in the tank
Someone's missing a tooth
My partner yells "shank"

Control hangs by a thread
Out numbered one hundred to one
We will be lucky if no one is dead
It is just the nightly fun

Three are bleeding on the ground
How many made it to the yard?
Not one shive was found
Nights like this are hard

Review the surveillance tape
What is that in the back?
It looks like a rape
Almost fell through the crack

Did one cover the other?
Time for the interview
They lie for their "brother"
Talk to the snitch when through

Just another Saturday night
A typical day at the pen
It will be all right
Tomorrow we do it again