text: Freedom for the scapegoat leaving Reading Jail
  Rheumy eyes just pierced his heart like crucifixion nails
  Shaking fists and razors gleamed
  You never stood a chance
  When the ink ran red on Fleet Street
  You turned your eyes to France
  Humbled far from Dublin, chased across the waves
  Your biting wit still sharp enough
  To slice through every page
  Destitute and beaten by the system of the crown
  The bitter pill you swallowed
  Tasted sweeter going down
  And looking back on the great indifference
  Looking back at the limestone walls
  Thinking how beauty deceives you
  Knowing how love fools us all
  A golden boy in velveteen landed in New York
  The past was so seductive
  When they paid to hear you talk
  Baccarat and champagne flutes
  Tobacco from Virginia
  Long before the lords and law
  Branded Oscar Wilde a sinner
  And looking back on the cold bleak winter
  Looking back on those long dark days
  Felt like the head of John the Baptist
  In the arms of Salome
  Dont turn around its a white gull screaming
  Dont cry out loud you never know whos listening
  Youve seen it all the exiled Unforgiven
  From the stately homes of England to her prisons
  And looking back at the hardened lifers
  Looking back on the wretched poor
  Thinking maybe they were my saviors
  Strange to think Ill miss them all
  Strange to think Ill miss them all