| Don’t be afraid, when we’re knocking at your door
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| Don’t need to ask, what the irons may be for
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| Why do you hesitate, come on and don’t be late
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| We’ll be no longer patient
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| You really got the choice, just between chains or toys
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| So be a pleasant patient--now
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| Aunts and uncles dressed in white
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| They all like to wish you
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| Welcome--Welcome to Bedlam
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| Make yourself at home, you’re at home
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| Nice how the grated moon shines in your padded room
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| The outer world’s so malice
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| Drugs will improve your dreams, laughter will drown your screams
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| You got a serious illness--now
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| Hot injections in your veins
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| We insure that you are
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| Welcome--Welcome to Bedlam
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| Everyone wants your best, lie down and take a rest
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| Forget the pain and sorrow
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| Everyone wants your best, all your kin do attest
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| Your mind is full of shadows--now
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| Mental disease, insanity
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| We all like to wish you
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| Welcome--Welcome to Bedlam. |
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