Letter from the refuge

[Crutchie]
How are you? I'm okay
Guess I wasn't much help yesterday
Snyder soaked me real good with my crutch
Oh yeah, jack? This is crutchie by the way

These here guards, they is rude
They say: Jump boy, you jump or you're screwed!
But the food ain't so bad least so far, 'cause so far, they ain't brung us no food!

[Crutchie]
Ha, ha

[Crutchie, sung]
I miss the rooftop
Sleeping right out in the open
In your penthouse in the sky
There's a cool breeze blowin' even in july

Any way, so guess what!
There's this secret escape plan I've got!
Tie a sheet to bed, toss the end out the window
Climb down and take off like a shot!

Maybe though, not tonight
I ain't slept, and my leg still ain't right!
But hey, pulitzer! He's goin' down!
Then jack, I was thinking we might just go, like you was sayin'

Where it's clean and green and pretty
With no buildings in your way
And your riding palominos, every day!
Once that train makes-

Damn this place

[Crutchie]
I'll be fine, good as new
But there's one thing I need ya to do
On the rooftop you said that a fam'ly looks out for each other
So tell all the fellas from me, to protect one another!

The end
Your friend
Your best friend-
Your brother
Crutchie