Remanded to Risley
by the order of
her Majesty,
to give some pleasure
to
the treasury
I rattle my chains.
Blame's a losing game and you can't blame me for that, but we're all in eight by four cells and alarm bells keep on ringing.
They demanded life, I said,
'my wife wouldn't like me away for that long',
apparently I was wrong,
she's run off with a toff from down South,
and I'm down in the dumps
not to mention the mouth.
I rattle the chains and try all the locks,
they strap me to tables,
give me electric shocks.
The treatment becomes the punishment and the crime is time in fits and spurts it punctures me and how it hurts.
I rattle my chains to the sound of my pains
and it sounds like a Max Bygraves
record.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 6:11 AM UTC
Remanded to Risley
by the order of
her Majesty,
to give some pleasure
to
the treasury
I rattle my chains.
Blame's a losing game and you can't blame me for that, but we're all in eight by four cells and alarm bells keep on ringing.
They demanded life, I said,
'my wife wouldn't like me away for that long',
apparently I was wrong,
she's run off with a toff from down South,
and I'm down in the dumps
not to mention the mouth.
I rattle the chains and try all the locks,
they strap me to tables,
give me electric shocks.
The treatment becomes the punishment and the crime is time in fits and spurts it punctures me and how it hurts.
I rattle my chains to the sound of my pains
and it sounds like a Max Bygraves
record.
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