The wheels are turning
 Broken machinery
 It grinds below us
 And all around I see
 The crooked ceiling
 The old familiar halls
 The dirty paper
 That’s covering the walls
 The shattered staircase
 The bed I’m bleeding in
 We’ve tried to fight this
 But we can never win

And in the gaslight that brings both life and death
 If it’s like last night this could be my last breath
 And so I hold tight to any hands I see
 But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me
 And no [bad word]  coming to take me home
 And no [bad word]  coming to take me home

He takes my picture
 Although I don’t know why
 His hands are shaking
 Although I see him try
 To look collected
 He thinks it doesn’t show
 We are connected
 But what he doesn’t know
 Is when the [bad word] 
 To take me away
 I will be tortured
 Until the break of day

And in the gaslight that brings both life and death
 If it’s like last night this could be my last breath
 And so I hold tight to any hands I see
 But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me
 And no [bad word]  coming to take me home
 And no [bad word]  coming to take me home

He’s at the window
 He’s always looking down
 As we are beaten
 How can this [bad word] town
 Not know what’s happening
 To all their little girls
 They’ve got the Pirate
 They’re cutting off her curls
 And she is screaming
 They won’t leave her alone
 And I am dreaming
 Of joys I’ve never known

At least I’m breathing
 At least I have my wits
 But when the [bad word] 
 Who’s buried in the pits
 Below my window
 I hear a horse go by
 And in the next cell
 An inmate starts to cry
 We try our best though
 To quiet down the fuss
 We know tomorrow
 It could be one of us

And in the gaslight that brings both life and death
 If it’s like last night, this could be my last breath
 And so I hold tight to any hands I see
 But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me
 And no [bad word]  coming to take me home
 And no [bad word]  coming to take me home
 And no [bad word]  coming to take me home