Stately Prison Cell

In that stately prison cell that you call home
Four cornered brass bed in your room
Ice people frozen dead to the bone
Nobody tells em what to do
Oh no, where do the good times go
When it's all bled you dry
My my, how the hours fly
And the years just pass you by
How long?
Look over the lemonade and the bluebird sky
See sunny days all fade to black
With a one-way ticket straight through time
Bet you can't buy passage back
Oh no, where do the good times go
When it's all bled you dry
My my, how the hours fly
And the years just pass you by
How long?
You'll awake late someday evening
Stilettos click down marble hall
And feel the spirit slowly leaving you
In that stately prison cell
Oh no, where do the good times go
When it's all bled you dry
My my, how the hours fly
And the years all pass you by
Oh no, where do the good times go
When it's all bled you dry
My my, how the hours fly
And the years all pass you by

How long?
How long?
How long?