Page 99 – Punk Rock In The Wrong Hands lyrics

i am a prisoner in a war of idiots,
the stomping feet of waltzing
hypocrites pave the way of
a brave tomorrow, choke the
throat of passion and sorrow
kill my drifting breeze of
thought, i have been captured, i
have been caught, i am a prisoner
in a war of scowls, coughing
youth from it's bowels, i am
doing fine, i am feeling
well, deep inside my dark wall cell.