Twelve men broke loose in Seventy-Three From Millhaven maximum security Twelve pictures lined up, across the front page Seems the Mounties had a summertime war to wage The chief told the people they had nothing to fear Said, "The last thing they wanna do is stick around here" They mostly came from towns with long French names But one of the dozen was a hometown shame. Chorus   Same pattern on the table   Same clock on the wall   Been one seat empty, eighteen years in all   Freezing slow time, away from the world   He's 38 year's old, never kissed a girl We were sitting round the table, heard the telephone ring Father said he tell em if he saw anything Heard the tap on my window in the middle of the night Held back the curtain for my older brother Mike See my sister got raped, so a man got killed Local boy went to prison, man's buried on the hill Folks went back to normal when they closed the case But they still stare at their shoes when they pass our place My mother cried, "The horror has finally ceased" He whispered,"Yea for the time being at least" Over her shoulder, on the squad car megaphone Said,"Let's go Michael, son, we're taking you home." Chorus 4:18  Sounds  WAV