DOWN IN THE DUNGEON		SP
("Down in the Boondocks" by Joe South)

Down in the dungeon
Down in the dungeon
That's where I'll be found 
Because the monarch frowned
On my actions. [On rebellion]  [On subversion]
I hate him. He hates me. 
But he controls the society.
Lord have mercy on a rebel down in the dungeon.

Ev'ry night I'd preach the fight from a box in the town square
I had a little band of follower and they always met me there.
But I don't preach there any more 
'Cause the soldiers took me away
So I have to try to make my break
Escape here however I may.

Down in the dungeon
Down in the dungeon
That's where I'll be found 
Because the monarch frowned
On my actions.
I hate him. He hates me. 
But he controls the society.
Lord have mercy on a fool rotting down in the dungeon.

Down in the dungeon
Down in the dungeon

One fine day I'll find the way to get off this old rack
I'll hold my head up like a king and I never never will look back
Till then they're working me like a slave
There's torture ev'ry night
But still some day I'll get away
And then a fire I'll light...

Down in the dungeon
Down in the dungeon
That's where I'll be found 
Because the monarch frowned
On my actions.
I hate him. He hates me. 
But he controls the society.
Lord have mercy on a fool rotting down in the dungeon.
Lord have mercy on a fool rotting down in the dungeon.
Lord have mercy on a fool rotting down in the dungeon.