Sometimes, not very often, I feel the presence of the other side. I know I shouldn't have spoken, A secret like that you never confide.
Frankly, most of the time, Four walls and a ceiling are all that I see, So please, I wanna go home, A dark cell in Bedlam is no place for me.
Sometimes, tables are turning, Is that a way for tables to behave? I get these visions returning, A message in a bottle from beyond the grave.
“They called me mad, I called them mad, But damn them to hell, they outvoted me*,” For every year that God will carve, Deep down in Bedlam is where I'll be.
Something is happening here, Why is it always when I'm all alone, If only you could see, if you could hear The whitelady's desperate drone.
Help me, and I'll save you, That's what the whitelady said to me. Take my hand and don't look back, The bricks of Bedlam are no good for thee.
A penny to view the lunatics, Step inside! Don't be afraid! Just a penny to laugh at their antics, One day, we may laugh at you instead.
When you are sad, and losing control, or, simply, when you just look like me For every year that God will mould, Deep down in Bedlam is where you'll be.