The Prisoner Songtext
von D.O.A.

One, two
One, two, three, four
Yeah-hey
Alright

Apartment walls, halls are small
Government building site much too small
These tiny boxes won′t let me out
These tiny boxes are too remote

It's a screaming mess
That television city dream
Your robot′s eyes gleam
In my future dream

Yeah-hey

It's not fate or a chance
It's the money in the bank
Burn their timber and gather their bricks
Drive ′em into the fire, the bloody dicks


It′s a screaming mess
And I am the prisoner
The prisoner, the prisoner

Go

It's a gamble of fate or a chance
Kick somebody in the teeth
Burn their timber and gather their bricks
Drive ′em into the fire, the bloody dicks

It's a screaming mess
That television city dream
Your robot′s eyes gleam
In my future dream

And I am the prisoner
The prisoner, the prisoner
Well, I am the prisoner
The prisoner, the prisoner

Hey-hey-hey-hey
Hey-hey-hey-hey
Hey-hey-hey-hey
Hey-hey-hey-hey
The prisoner