Prisoner Songtext
von Roger Chapman
Prisoner Songtext
Got me a mynah, but it can′t talk
I got a wolfhound, but it don't walk
Got me a mountain, I can′t see down
Turn me a corner, I can't see round
Wearing shackles - ball and chain
Working suit - faded grey
Soleless boots - very plain
Gathering darkness - day by day
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Prisoner - prisoner
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Prisoner
Got me a window, I can't see through
Where is it? In my bathroom
Got me a firkin, ain′t got no cup
I got a crater, I can′t fill up
Got me a mirror, that don't reflect
A rabbit′s foot that don't protect - no
Wearing shackles - ball and chain
Working suit - faded grey
Soleless boots - very plain
Gathering darkness - day by day
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Prisoner - prisoner
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Prisoner
I got a Halo that′s prone to slip
Leans to the left on equality
Out there's an ocean of leary junks
And bible belts and defrocked monks
I got a record and that′s a crime
An enemy, by god he's doing fine
Wearing shackles - ball and chain
Working suit - faded grey
Soleless boots - very plain
Gathering darkness - day by day
Want a number - please refer
Prisoner - prisoner
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Prisoner
Seven-four-eight-eight-six-eight-three
I got a wolfhound, but it don't walk
Got me a mountain, I can′t see down
Turn me a corner, I can't see round
Wearing shackles - ball and chain
Working suit - faded grey
Soleless boots - very plain
Gathering darkness - day by day
Want a number - please refer
Prisoner - prisoner
Want a number - call return
Prisoner
Got me a window, I can't see through
Where is it? In my bathroom
Got me a firkin, ain′t got no cup
I got a crater, I can′t fill up
Got me a mirror, that don't reflect
A rabbit′s foot that don't protect - no
Wearing shackles - ball and chain
Working suit - faded grey
Soleless boots - very plain
Gathering darkness - day by day
Want a number - please refer
Prisoner - prisoner
Want a number - call return
Prisoner
I got a Halo that′s prone to slip
Leans to the left on equality
Out there's an ocean of leary junks
And bible belts and defrocked monks
I got a record and that′s a crime
An enemy, by god he's doing fine
Wearing shackles - ball and chain
Working suit - faded grey
Soleless boots - very plain
Gathering darkness - day by day
Want a number - please refer
Prisoner - prisoner
Want a number - call return
Prisoner
Seven-four-eight-eight-six-eight-three
Writer(s): Roger Chapman, Geoff Whitehorn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com