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D.o.a: The Prisoner

D.o.a: The Prisoner

(Keighley, C. Keighley. 1:51)

Apartment walls, halls are small

Government building site much too small

These tiny boxes wont let me out

These tiny boxes are too remote

Its a screaming mess

Television city dream

Your robots eyes gleam

In my future dream

Yeah hey!

Its not fate or chance

Its the money in the bank

Burn their timber and gather their bricks

Driveem into the fire, the bloody dicks

Its a screaming mess

And I am the prisoner

The prisoner, the prisoner

Go!

Its not fate or chance

Kick somebody in the face

Burn their timber and gather their bricks

Driveem into the fire, the bloody dicks

Its a screaming mess

Television city dream

Your robots eyes gleam

In my future dream

And I am the prisoner

The prisoner, the prisoner

Well I am the prisoner

The prisoner, the prisoner

The prisoner!