Prisoner No. 173

My friend
You're getting older
Your number's been etched
Around your hand

My friend
Wish I had known that
What seemed so strong
The cuffs haven't gone

I would call you up every friday night
And we'd bang our guns 'till the morning light
And we kill: "Here we're lagged again"
And though time goes by
I will always be
The Prisoner
No. 173
Singing, "Here we're lagged again"

My friend
Wish I was sober
So I could see clearly now
The fend was a dead-end

My friend
I guess it's over
My radio plays out to the same old song

I would call you up every friday night
And we'd bang our guns 'till the morning light
And we kill: "Here we're lagged again"
And though time goes by
I will always be
The Prisoner
No. 173
Singing, "Here we're lagged again"

I would call you up every friday night
And we'd bang our guns 'till the morning light
And we kill: "Here we're lagged again"
And though time goes by
I will stay here
And count every year
Until 2083
Singing, "Here we're lagged again"

I would call you up every friday night
And we'd bang our guns 'till the morning light
And we kill: "Here we're lagged again"
And though time goes by
I will always be
The Prisoner
No. 173
Singing, "Here we're lagged again"

And though time goes by
I'll get outta here
And count every year
Until 2083