The Prisoner

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