Oscar Wilde Gets Out Testo

Freedom for the scape goat, let him rot in jail
Gloomy eyes, just pissed his heart like crucifixion nails
Shake his fists and raise his beam, he never stood a chance
When the angry red mob on Fleet Street you turned your eyes to friends

Humble thought from Dublin chased across the waves
Your body still sharp enough to slice through every page
Destitute and beaten by the system of the crown
The bitter pill you swallowed take the sweet of going down
And looking back with a great indifference
Looking back at the lime stone walls
Thinking how beauty deceived you
Knowing how the fools are fought

A golden boy in velvet landed in New York
The past was so seductive when they paid to hear you talk
Baccarat and ?? tobacco from Virginia
Long before the lords and Lord granted Oscar Wilde a sinner

Looking back on a cold, bleak winter
Looking back on those long, dark days
Set like the head of Joan the Baptist
In the other sour May

Don't turn around if you watch out screaming
Don't cry out loud, you never know who's listening
'Cause dear Lord, the exiles aren't forgiven
From ?? to a prison
Looking back at the hard life
Looking back at the wretched warTaken back there for my savior
Strange to think I'll miss them all
Strange to thing I'll miss them all

And looking back with a great indifference
Looking back at the lime stone walls
Thinking how beauty deceived you
Knowing how the fools are fought