By Raven and ET. Made for the Soundgarden collab warz challenge: cover the classic "Prisoner's Song". Raven https://suno.com/@punkraven Sequel to https://suno.com/song/d31a2421-cba9-488d-b3ed-ced94ea209e5 And a prequel to something bigger coming soon... Thanks for listening! _______________________________________________ "By the gods, tyromancer... Did i not tell you this was exactly what was going to happen?!" "The scheme had every detail perfected, on paper. In practice, it unraveled spectacularly. The vault’s alarms blared, our spells misfired, and Catliuz slipped through the chaos, filching my lucky wedge of cheese as she vanished. Our combined might proved insufficient, and now we trudge in iron shackles toward a grim prison horizon" "I know what happened, why are you narrating it to yourself, you weirdo?" Oh, I wish I had someone to love me Someone to call me their own Oh, I wish I had someone to live with 'Cause I'm tired of livin' alone Oh, please meet me tonight in the moonlight Please meet me tonight all alone For I have a sad story to tell you It's a story that's never been told "Also, where the fuck did you even get a guitar from? Your prison wallet pocket dimension? Holy shit... You know you could have stashed some means of escape there right?! And why are you going on about a single block of cheese?! You're like a walking dairy farm with the amount of cheese you have! SHIRO I SWEAR TO THE GODS IF YOU WILL NOT STOP PLAYING WITH YOUR TENTACLE YOU WILL GO BLIND!! WHY DO I EVEN TRAVEL WITH YOU?!" “I ditched the escape gear because there wasn’t room for both that and my guitar. And you’re with me because we’re both in these damn shackles - no choice for either of us.” I'll be carried to the new jail tomorrow Leavin' my poor darlin' alone With the cold prison bars all around me And my head on a pillow of stone Now I have a grand ship on the ocean All mounted with silver and gold And before my poor darlin' would suffer Oh, that ship would be anchored and sold "By the way your singing could use some work, here's how it's done..." Now if I had wings like an angel (Over these prison walls I would fly) And I'd fly to the arms of my poor darlin' (And there I'd be willin' to die)