Cries of "Fire!" filled the air Maddened men ran everywhere In that big Ohio prison tragedy Ways to safety were all blocked Many cells were barred and locked And the raging flames brought death and agony Frantic convicts begged for air Many were cremated there Oh, the horror of that scene! The moans and pleas While the red inferno raged Human beings, trapped and caged How they prayed and cried to God on bended knees Picture an old lady there Climbing up the smold'ring stair Looking for her boy, a victim of the flames Now her tears are falling fast And she finds her son at last All a-tremble she looks on his charred remains Spoken: Man: Is this your son's body, lady? Man: Can you identify this body? Woman: Oh, sure, sure, I'll take him. I'll take my boy back now.-The state's finished with him. The state's finished with all of these bodies, these poor charred bodies.-Oh, who's to blame for this awful, awful thing? Who's to blame? Oh, bodies, bodies, bodies! I can't stand it! I can't stand it! I can't stand it! Now the state so graciously Gives his body back to her After life has flown and he has paid the toll Prison bars kept them apart Kept him from her lonely heart But they can't imprison his immortal soul Oh, society may sneer At these convicts lying here After all, they're human, be they what they may Judge not each man for his crime For we'll all be judged sometime When the Master calls us on the Judgment Day