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 swallow tasted sweeter going down

A golden boy in velveteen landed in New York
The past was so seductive when the paid to hear you talk
Baccarat and champagne flutes, tobacco from Virginia
Long before the lords and law branded Oscar Wilde a sinner

Don't turn around it's a while gull screaming
Don't cry out loud you never know who's listening
You've seen it all the exiled Unforgiven
From the stately homes of England to her prisons