Techno Prisoner Songtext
von Roger Chapman
Techno Prisoner Songtext
Got me a mynah, but it can′t talk
I got a wolfhound, it don't walk
Turn me a corner, I can′t see round
Climb me a mountain, I can't see down
Wearing shackles - ball and chain
Working suit - faded grey
Soulless boots - very plain
Gathering darkness - day by day
Want a number - please refer
Prisoner - prisoner
Want a number - call return
Prisoner
I got 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
Wearing shackles - ball and chain
Working suit - faded grey
Soulless boots - very plain
Gathering darkness - day by day
Want a number - please refer
Prisoner - prisoner
Want a number - call return
Prisoner
Got me a halo that′s prone to slip
Leans to the left on equality
Out there's an ocean of leaky junks
And bible belts and defrocked monks
I got a record and that′s a crime
An enemy, by god he's doing time
Wearing shackles - ball and chain
Working suit - faded grey
Soulless boots - very plain
Gathering darkness - day by day
Want a number - please refer
Prisoner - prisoner
Want a number - call return
Prisoner
I got a wolfhound, it don't walk
Turn me a corner, I can′t see round
Climb me a mountain, I can't see down
Wearing shackles - ball and chain
Working suit - faded grey
Soulless boots - very plain
Gathering darkness - day by day
Want a number - please refer
Prisoner - prisoner
Want a number - call return
Prisoner
I got 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
Wearing shackles - ball and chain
Working suit - faded grey
Soulless boots - very plain
Gathering darkness - day by day
Want a number - please refer
Prisoner - prisoner
Want a number - call return
Prisoner
Got me a halo that′s prone to slip
Leans to the left on equality
Out there's an ocean of leaky junks
And bible belts and defrocked monks
I got a record and that′s a crime
An enemy, by god he's doing time
Wearing shackles - ball and chain
Working suit - faded grey
Soulless boots - very plain
Gathering darkness - day by day
Want a number - please refer
Prisoner - prisoner
Want a number - call return
Prisoner
Writer(s): Roger Maxwell Chapman, Timothy Alan Hinkley, Geoffrey Charles Whitehorn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com