Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Prisoner's Cinema, artist - The Dead Milkmen. Date of issue: 17.04.2015
Song language: English
Prisoner's Cinema |
| (blow winds blow, together we shall go |
| For to sin, no more on this troubled shore) |
| No one writes songs about the poor anymore |
| Which is really a shame we could use a couple more |
| Cuz we’re tired of hearing about limos and jets |
| $ 200 ties, and million dollar pets |
| So let’s raise a glass to the salt of the earth |
| Not that ass, in first class, enjoying the perks |
| Some praise for the maids who cleaned up the rooms |
| After they were trashed by The Naked Moon |
| Or the guy that fixed the TV that Elvis shot |
| The nanny who watched his kids, while McCarthy scored pot |
| The stage hand who put out the guitar that Hendrix set on fire |
| In the swamps of Jersey, someone changed Springsteen’s tires |
| Let this be the start of our revolution |
| Let this be the day that we take it all back |
| Let the writing on the wall be our manifesto |
| Let this be the day we go on the attack |
| They call it «the prisoner’s cinema» |
| These films that you see in your mind |
| When after ten hours in a cubicle |
| It’s just part of the daily grind |
| They lower your wages, and increase your hours |
| Till your nearly working for free |
| They cut your vacation, and then your lunch hour |
| And tell you «you should feel lucky» |
| Let this be the start of our revolution |
| Let this be the day that we take it all back |
| Let the writing on the wall be our manifesto |
| Let this be the day we go on the attack |
| Blow winds blow, together we shall go |
| For to sin, no more on this troubled shore |
| What we’ve got planned is a surprise attack |
| They will never see it coming, no they’ll never suspect |
| That these little acts of personal revolt |
| Would bring the world, crashing to a halt |
| For in the end, there’s not much they can do |
| That they haven’t already put you through |
| Dangled the carrot, and hope you’re cantankerous |
| We try to make famous friends |
| We try to make our friends, famous |
| Let this be the start of our revolution |
| Let this be the day that we take it all back |
| Let the writing on the wall be our manifesto |
| Let this be the day we go on the attack |
| Blow winds blow, together we shall go |
| For to sin, no more on this troubled shore |
| Blow winds blow, together we shall go |