The Prisoner - D.O.A.

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The Prisoner Lyrics

Apartment walls, halls are small
Government building, site much too small
These tiny boxes won't let me out
These tiny boxes are too remoteIt's a screaming mess
Television city dream
Your robot's eyes gleam
In my future dreamIt's not fate or chance
It's the money in the bank
Burn their timber and gather bricks
Drive 'em fire, the bloody dicksIt's a screaming mess
And I am the prisoner
The prisoner, the prisoner
Go[Incomprehensible] fate or chance
Kick somebody in the face
Burn their timber and gather bricks
Drive 'em fire, the bloody dicksIt's a screaming mess
A television city dream
Your robot's eyes gleam

In my future dreamAnd I am the prisoner
The prisoner, the prisoner
Well, I am the prisoner
The prisoner, the prisonerThe prisoner

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D.O.A.

1) Vancouver's D.O.A. were an early and extremely influential punk rock band. Formed in 1978, they quickly got down to business by releasing the Disco Sucks EP on singer/guitarist Joey Shithead's own Sudden Death label. Along with other early pioneers, they blazed the trail to a North American punk scene by putting out records and touring with virtually no existing 'scene' infrastructure to rely on. Early shows included clashes with audience members and police, and they can attest that police riots at punk shows were not strictly an LA occurrence.

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