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| The blood in my veins |
| Was running right through my brain |
| There was a cop with a gun |
| Who was running around insane |
| Three fifty arrests |
| No bullet proof vest |
| Now ain't that a shame |
| We wanted to play |
| Play for the crowd |
| "No", said the wankers |
| "You're on your way out" |
| Bedlam in Belgium |
| Bedlam in Belgium |
| The place was a jumpin' |
| And the booze was going down |
| There's a curfew in town |
| You've been working overtime |
| We don't play just for pay |
| So we'd like to stay |
| Stay just the same |
| He gave me a crack |
| In the back with his gun |
| I bled so bad |
| I could feel the blood run |
| Bedlam in Belgium |
| It was bedlam in Belgium |
| Bedlam in Belgium |
| Came for a good time |
| Left on the run. |
| Bedlam in Belgium |
| Who's to blame, it's a shame |
| Bedlam in Belgium |
| It was bedlam |
| You gonna run out |
| Stage was stage |
| Cops enraged |
| Crying for more |
| It was war, war, war |
| Bedlam in Belgium |
| It was bedlam in Belgium |
| Bedlam in Belgium |
| Came for a good time |
| Left on the run. |
| Bedlam in Belgium |
| It was bedlam in Belgium |
| There was bedlam in Belgium |
| It was bedlam |
| And the law got the drop on me |