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 It's a screaming mess A 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 A 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!