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Bedlam Lyrics
i've got this phosphorescent portrait
of gentle jesus meek and mild i've got this harlot that i'm stuck with carrying another man's child the solitary star announcing vacancy burnt out as we arrived they'd throw us back across the border if they knew that we survived and they greeted us with palms they asked for ammunition, acts of contrition and small alms i might recite a small prayer if i ever said them i lay down on an iron frame found myself in bedlam i wish that i could take something for drowning out the noise wailling echoes down the corridors i've got this imaginary radio and i'm punching up the dial i've got the a.c. trained on the t.v. so it won't blow up in my eye and everything that i thought fanciful and mocked as too extreme must be family entertainment here in the strange land of my dreams now i'm practising my likeness of st. francis of assisi for if i hold my hand outstretched a little bird comes to me i might recite a small prayer if i ever said them i lay down on an iron frame found myself in bedlam escaping from the fingers that were stretching through the bars wailing echoes down the corridors the player piano picks out "life goes on" the ringtone rang out "jerusalem" and in this pit of sadness where the rank of wretched plunge we've buried all the innocents now we must bury revenge they've got this scared and decorated girl strapped to the steel trunk of a mustang and then they drove her down a cypress grove where traitors hang and stars still spangle they dangled flags and other rags along a coloured thread of twine and theny they dragged that bruised and purple heart along the road to palestine someone went off muttering he mentioned thirty pieces easter saw a slaughtering, each wrapped in bloodstained fleeces then my thoughts returned to vengeance and i put no resistance though i seemed a long way from my home it really was no distance i might recite a small prayer if i ever said them i lay down on an iron frame found myself in bedlam bowing like an actor acknowledging applause playing the crusader who was conquering the moors when he knew the consequences but he won't admit the cause wailing echoes down the corridors
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