The Prisoner Lyrics by The Clash
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The prisoner meet the "Muppet Hi-Fi"
North of Watford junction
We get in but we don't have fun
An' we live before the truncheons
So it's back to watch the day to day
Saga of working people
Hanging out the washing and clipping coupons
And generally being decent.

"Johnny-too-bad" meets "Johnny-be-good"
In the Charing Cross road
That's the only thing that happened today
Says the West End jungle code
And all the germans and all the french
Jam themselves down the tube
And re-enact the second world war
While the rude boys get rude!

And I look to my left
And I look to my right
And I'm looking for a man
I'm looking for a sign
I don't wanna be the prisoner
I don't wanna be the prisoner

The prisoner lives in Camden Town
Selling revolution
The prisoner loads his tracking arm up
Whit self-disillusion
Your mother does the washing up
The old man digs the garden
An' you're only free to dodge the cops
An' bunk the train to stardom

And I look to my left
And I look to my right
And I'm looking for a man
I'm looking for a sign
I don't wanna be the prisoner
I don't wanna be the prisoner...
The prisoner meet the "Muppet Hi-Fi"    North of Watford junction    We get in but we don't have fun    An' we live before the truncheons    So it's back to watch the day to day    Saga of working people    Hanging out the washing and clipping coupons    And generally being decent.       "Johnny-too-bad" meets "Johnny-be-good"    In the Charing Cross road    That's the only thing that happened today    Says the West End jungle code    And all the germans and all the french    Jam themselves down the tube    And re-enact the second world war    While the rude boys get rude!       And I look to my left    And I look to my right    And I'm looking for a man    I'm looking for a sign    I don't wanna be the prisoner    I don't wanna be the prisoner       The prisoner lives in Camden Town    Selling revolution    The prisoner loads his tracking arm up    Whit self-disillusion    Your mother does the washing up    The old man digs the garden    An' you're only free to dodge the cops    An' bunk the train to stardom       And I look to my left    And I look to my right    And I'm looking for a man    I'm looking for a sign    I don't wanna be the prisoner    I don't wanna be the prisoner...