Project 44

# PROJECT 44 by Silvio Vinci They gave me a number, They gave me a name. Forty-four reasons To play their little game. A man in a grey suit Was knocking at my door. He said, "You're looking different, We can't allow that anymore." Hey! Don't tell me what to do! I've got nothing left for you. Turn it on and shut the door, I'm not your forty-four! They painted all the windows, They took away the sun. They told me I was special, Just like everyone. I bought a second-hand suit, A ticket out of town. By the time they found my number, I'd already left the ground. Hey! Don't tell me what to do! I've got nothing left for you. Turn it on and shut the door, I'm not your forty-four! "Subject forty-four... Where have you been? We need you back Inside the machine." Hey! Don't tell me what to do! I've got nothing left for you. Turn it on and shut the door, I'm not your forty-four! Forty-four! Forty-four! Not anymore!