Time for Bedlam

Descending the cold steps of the institution for the politically insane
Never to be seen again
Saying farewell to daylight
From henceforth I shall rot in stinking bed of wet straw

Right from the ashes of life
I learned to behave
What to believe
What not to say
From cradle to grave
Like a good little slave

Sucking my milk
From the venomous tit of the state
It's clearly designed to suppress every thought of escape
I surrunder to fate

No pity, no pity
Don't want no pity for me in this filthy cell
I'll see you in hell, see you in hell

Frozen in time, I'm a specimen pinned to my throne
With an army of butterflies pilloried placid and prone
We were never alone

No pity, no pity
Don't want no pity for me in this filthy cell
I'll see you in hell

After centuries of living with nothing but my convictions
Broken fingers clawing through the walls of my incarceration
Escaping the clutches of eternal damnation
I was justified



Credits
Writer(s): Don Airey, Ian Gillan, Robert Ezrin, Steven Morse, Ian Paice, Roger Glover
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