The Prisoner

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Screeching Weasel - Rock, Punk Rock

The Prisoner

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[Intro] Ya hey [Verse 1] Apartment walls, halls are small Government building site much too small These tiny boxes won't let me out These tiny boxes are so remote [Chorus 1] It's a screaming mess A television city dream Your robot's eyes gleam In my future dream [Interlude] Ya hey [Verse 2] It's not fate or chance It's the money in the bank Burn their timber, gather bricks Drive 'em on fire, those bloody pricks [Chorus 2] It's a screaming mess And I am the prisoner (The prisoner, the prisoner) Go [Verse 3] Forget about fate or chance Kick somebody in the teeth Burn their timber, gather bricks Drive 'em on fire, them bloody dicks [Chorus 1] It's a screaming mess A television city dream Your robot's eyes gleam In my future dream [Chorus 2] And I am the prisoner (The prisoner, the prisoner) And I am the prisoner (The prisoner, the prisoner) [Outro] Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey The prisoner

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Credits

Writers
  • Joey Shithead
  • Cheryl Lynn Keithley