Lyrics
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
