Cell 151 — Steve Hackett

My lucky number's on a prison door And it's found on everything I wear

And I've got to get away from 151 Cell 151

Sharing it with me is a man who shot his wife And I'm afraid to fall asleep at night

And I've got to get away from 151 Cell 151

And it makes me sad Thinking about the past feeling bad I know I've been blind All I needs a space to unwind

But I can't stay in 151 Cell 151

Hear me when I cry I can't see the sky Too much time I've left the world behind

And I've got to get away from 151 Cell 151

And it makes me sad Thinkin' 'bout the past feeling bad I know I've been blind All I needs a space to unwind

But I can't stay in 151

151, I've gotta get away from 151 151, I've gotta get away from 151