Cell 151 - Steve Hackett

My lucky number is on a prison door

And it’s found on everything I wear

And I’ve got to get away

From 151

Cell 151

Sharing 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 need’s 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 left the world behind

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

Now all I need’s a space to unwind

But I can’t stay

In 151

151 — I gotta get away from 151

151 — Ooh yeah

151 — Gotta get away

151 — Ooh