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    Elvis Costello & The Imposters
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    Bedlam
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      About "Bedlam"

      Lyrics for Elvis Costello & The Imposters - "Bedlam"

      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
      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

      Wailing 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 practicing 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"
      Ring tone 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 colored thread of twine
      And then 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, but I put up no resistance
      Though I 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

      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

      SONGWRITERS:
      COSTELLO, ELVIS
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