Artist	Song
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young	Prison Song
Joe Gibbs	Behind Iron Bars
The Impressions	This is My Country
Kim Carnes	Mistaken Identity
Mickey Hart & the Hartbeats	Prisoner Blues
George Strait	I Found Jesus on the Jailhouse Floor
Men at Work	It's a Mistake
Def Leppard	Photograph
The Go-Gos	It's Everything But Partytime
Queen	I Want to Break Free
The Kentucky Colonels	The Prisoner Song
LeAnn Rimes	God Bless America
The Jacksons	Torture
Golden Earring	Prisoner of the Night
The Jacksons	State of Shock
Snuff	Prisoner Abroad
Kim Carnes	Crazy in the Night (Barking at Airplanes)
The Notwist	Torture Day
Rev. F.W. McGee	From the Jailhouse to the Throne
The Go-Gos	Vacation

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Things did not go at all as planned, although leaving Mustafa had been a cinch; after declaring a sudden craving for pastrami on rye, Judy slipped out of the house a free woman. She figured she would surrender herself to the valiant American soldiers she had often spotted around town, who would then transport her back to the USA, safe and sound. Filled with giddy excitement over the unparalleled success of her escape plan thus far, Judy unwisely let out a gleeful shriek when she spotted an American battalion in the street near a popular cafT. She laughed wildly as she ran toward them, playfully waving her arms and growling, "American boys! I'm-a-gonna' getcha! I'm-a-gonna' getcha!" Having been carefully trained for this sort of thing, the soldiers sprayed Judy with a round of gunfire that sent her reeling in the street, where she collapsed mere inches away from their shiny black boots. When Judy awoke, she found herself in Abu Ghraib Prison, sharing a small concrete cell with eight other Iraqi women. Her robe and turban had been removed and, aside from the dirty bandages that protected her wounds, she had only a pair of rumpled gray sweatpants and a pink tube top to cover herself. Judy and her cellmates were given little food, no blankets and only two decks of cards. They were allowed outside their cell only when their captors led them to the weight room, where they would amuse themselves by taking scandalous photographs of the women in compromising positions. On several occasions, the prisoners' heads were covered with thick black hoods before they were forced to attempt the pinning of a tail on a cardboard donkey. As the guards' abuses became more frequent and depraved, Judy fell into a state of shock and awe, dismayed that her fellow Americans would treat others with such contempt and disregard. She screamed out that she was an American citizen - that what they were doing was wrong in the eyes of God and Country - but her fervent pleas for compassion fell on deaf ears. She did not give up. Day after day her voice rang through the empty prison halls as she listed the names of the 29 state capitols and 15 US presidents she was able to recall; she quoted her favorite lines from Gone With the Wind in a convincing Southern accent; she recited The Pledge of Allegiance in both English and Japanese - but it was all in vain. Her cold-hearted countrymen merely surmised that she was an exceptionally clever Iraqi terrorist. Only when Abu Ghraib received a visit from Inspector General Troy D. Linford did Judy's luck finally begin to change. Upon entering the prison boiler room, a most heavenly sound caressed the handsome general's tired ears; it was a chorus of feminine voices! He stopped short and listened intently. He could barely make it out, but it seemed that the melody drifting toward him through the dank and dreary corridors was none other than Circle in the Sand, one of his favorites! After a swift investigation, he learned that it was prisoner Judy Thomas who had taught her Iraqi cellmates this and several other American pop standards. He listened, appalled, as Judy relayed her tales of humiliation and torture. The two ended up gabbing for hours and were thrilled to discover a mutual fondness for British sitcoms, Chicken McNuggets and the first two albums by the Go-Gos. General Linford ordered Judy's immediate release, promising to make everything up to her by leaking the horrors of Abu Ghraib to the international press, after which he would send her back to the states an American hero. After several quick phone calls, he even secured her place as Grand Marshal of the Rose Parade, which was only two weeks away. After being thrust onto a FedEx cargo plane headed non-stop to Los Angeles, Judy was finally able to let out a huge sigh of relief. The tears that flowed from her eyes carried with them all the agony, fear and pain she had been keeping so deep inside. At last she was going home.

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