Oscar Wilde Gets Out - Elton John
Freedom for the scapegoat leaving Reading Gaol,
eyes just pierced his heart like crucifiction nails.
Shaking fists and never stood a chance
on Fleet Street you turned your eyes to France
Humble fog 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
takes some sweeter going down.
Looking back on the great indifference
Looking back at the lime stone walls
Thinking how beauty deceived you
knowing how love fools us all.
A golden boy in velvet he,
landed in New York
The past was so seductive,
when they paid to hear you talk
and champagne flew
tobacco from Virginia
long before the lords and
law branded Oscar Wilde a sinner.
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.
Don't turn around if the white dog's screaming?
don't cry outloud you never know who's listening
of the exile are forgiven
from the stately homes of England to her prison.
Looking back on the hard life of,
looking back on the wretched poor,
thinking, maybe there goes my saviour.
Oh strange to think I miss them all,
strange to think I miss them all.
Looking back on the great indifference
looking back at the lime stone walls.
Thinking how beauty deceived you,
knowing how love fools us all.