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 were surprised to see us so they greeted us with palms

They asked for ammunition, acts of contrition and small alms

And I might recite a small prayer if I ever said them

I lay down on an iron frame and found myself in bedlam

I wish that I could take something for drowning out the noise

Wailing echoes down the corridors

I got this imaginary radio and I'm punching up the dial

I got the A.C. trained on the T.V. so it won't blow up in my eye

And everything I thought fanciful and mocked as too extreme

Must be family entertainment here in the strange land of my dreams

And I'm practicing my likeness of St. Francis of Assisi

For if I hold my hand outstretched, a little bird comes to me

And I might recite a small prayer if I ever said them

I lay down on an iron frame and found myself in bedlam

Escaping from the fingers that were stretching through the bars

Wailing echoes down the corridors

(Bedlam)

The player piano picks out "Life Goes On"

The ring tone rang out "Jerusalem"

Into the pit of sadness where the wretched plunge

We've buried all the innocents, we must bury revenge

They've got this scared and decorated girl strapped to the steel trunk of a Mustang

They drove her down a cypress grove where traitors hang and stars still spangle

They dangled flags and other rags along a colored thread of twine

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

My thoughts returned to vengeance but I put up no resistance

Though it seemed a long way from my home, it really was no distance

And I might recite a small prayer if I ever said them

I lay down on an iron frame and found myself in bedlam

Bowing like an actor acknowledging applause

Playing the Crusader who was conquering the Moors

And he knew the consequences but he won't accept the cause

Wailing echoes down the corridors

Bedlam

Bedlam