Suicidal Tendencies - The Prisoner Lyrics
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The Prisoner
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What Are The Lyrics For The Prisoner By Suicidal Tendencies?
You´re the prisoner locked in your cell
You´re living in your personal hell Invisible bars block your view They don´t exist except for you Free, why can´t you see how easily You could break those bars right down New freedom found, travel around And find out exactly why Give it a try, living the lie And try to solve the final clue See if it´s true, found out just who The real enemy is you Don´t be afraid Don´t be deceived A new world for you Can be conceived Don´t tell me ´bout how the world isn´t fair How you´ll live your life how you choose I don´t want to hear another excuse How it ain´t your fault when you lose And you´re the prisoner Your mind´s diseased, my mind is cured I was the prisoner but never again My worst enemy is now my friend Brainwashed, you´ll probably believe I gave it up for a new reprieve Free, why can´t you see how easily You could break those bars right down New freedom found, travel around And find out exactly why Give it a try, living the lie And try to solve the final clue See if it´s true, found out just who The real enemy is you You say you´re political I say, "Screw that, you´re just a fool." |
Who Wrote The Prisoner By Suicidal Tendencies?
Mayorga, Muir
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What's The Duration Of The The Prisoner By Suicidal Tendencies?The duration of The Prisoner is 2:54 minutes and seconds. |
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