"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 a 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 Ah... Like a good little slave
Sucking my milk From the venomous tit of the State Clearly designed to suppress Every thought of escape Ah... I surrender to fate
No pity no pity Don't want no pity for me In this filthy cell I see you in hell
Frozen in time I'm a specimen pinned to my throne With an army of butterflies Pilloried placid and prone Ah... We were never alone
No pity no pity Don't no pity for me In this filthy cell I 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"
Compositores: Donald Smith Airey (Don Airey) (PRS), Ian Anderson Paice (Ian Paice) (PRS), Ian Gillan (PRS), Robert Alan Ezrin (Bob Ezrin) (SOCAN), Roger David Glover (David Roger) (PRS), Steven J Morse (Steve Morse) (BMI)Editores: Dregs Music (BMI), Ezrin Music (BMI), Copperpenny Music (BMI), Dpjj Publishing Company (ASCAP), Jerden Records (PRS)Publicado em 2017 (01/Fev)ECAD verificado obra #16731256 e fonograma #17640864 em 09/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM