D.O.A. - "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 remote
It's a screaming mess
Yeah hey!
Your robot's eyes gleam
In my future dream
Television city dream
It's not fate or chance
It's a screaming mess
It's the money in the bank
Burn their timber and gather their bricks
Drive'em into the fire, the bloody dicks