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$40.00

D.O.A. - The Prisoner b/w Thirteen (re-issue)

Format: 45
Label: Wrong Records Wrong 7
Year: 1993
Origin: Vancouver, British Columbia, 🇨🇦
Genre: punk
Keyword: 
Value of Original Title: $40.00
Make Inquiry/purchase: email ryder@robertwilliston.com
Release Type: Singles
Websites:  No
Playlist: 1970's, Punk Room, British Columbia

Tracks

Side 1

Track Name
The Prisoner

Side 2

Track Name
Thirteen

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The Prisoner b/w Thirteen (re-issue)

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Information/Write-up

A fresh mint vinyl transfer of this punk rock classic captured in its rawest form, The Prisoner epitomizes the rebellious spirit of D.O.A. with its unapologetic energy and timeless message.

Joey Shithead: guitar, vocals
Randy Rampage: bass, background vocals
Chuck Biscuits: drums, background vocals

Written by Joey Shithead
Produced by D.O.A., Ron Obvious, and Edward Thomas
Engineered by Ron Obvious
Lacquer Cut by KPG
Recorded November 30, 1978, at Little Mountain Sound, Vancouver, British Columbia

Re-issued by Wrong Records in 1993
Pressed by Greg Lee Processing – L-41855

Design & Photography by Dane Simoes

Special thanks to Dale Weiss and Track Records

The Prisoner:
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
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
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
The prisoner!

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