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   Television city dream   Your robot's eyes gleam   In my future dream   Yeah hey!   It's not fate or 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 not fate or chance   Kick somebody in the face   Burn their timber and gather their bricks   Drive'em into the fire, the bloody dicks   It's a screaming mess   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   The prisoner!