The Prisoner – D.O.A – letras

Apartment walls, halls are smallGovernment building site much too smallThese tiny boxes won’t let me outThese tiny boxes are too remoteIt’s a screaming messTelevision city dreamYour robot’s eyes gleamIn my future dreamYeah hey!It’s not fate or chanceIt’s the money in the bankBurn their timber and gather their bricksDrive’em into the fire, the bloody dicksIt’s a screaming messAnd I am the prisonerThe prisoner, the prisonerGo!It’s not fate or chanceKick somebody in the faceBurn their timber and gather their bricksDrive’em into the fire, the bloody dicksIt’s a screaming messTelevision city dreamYour robot’s eyes gleamIn my future dreamAnd I am the prisonerThe prisoner, the prisonerWell I am the prisonerThe prisoner, the prisonerThe prisoner!