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BedlamRoll up, roll up, see the idiots of our ageWatch them caper, hear them scream Feel their fearful rage For a penny, you can poke these feeble with a stick And for a shilling we will make them For you perform a trick Souls in pain Minds insane Melancholy and Mania In silent stone above the door For once you pass their faces cold Bedlam your home for evermore Come see, come see And take some sound advice A cautionary tale, a warning Against immorality and vice A moral example, if your passions run too free The frisson of the freak show Move on, move on, enter this school of misery Walk inoffensive madmen along the gallery As you reach the second floor Those rows of cells they hold More dangerous maniacs we have Terrible to behold Hear now hear now to the story of a rake He was left a fortune Much more than he could take Then spends it all on finery With girls and hangers-on Even employs musicians Beware, beware, for our Tom, he liked to bet Takes to heart no sound advice So soon he is in debt He ends up here in Bedlam's care Sent mad in debtors gaol Violent and insane, mind is rent and broken |