Will you get me out of here?
He was begging to me
Lying on a bed
Behind bars he laid
Had to be fed
Had to be set
It was all to sad
87 years old, and a baby
87 years old, and a baby
In his mind he was
In some kind of England
As a war prisoner
Yes he was
A life prisoner
A life prisoner
Defeated
Defeated
How far it can go
How far it can go
The decay of mind and body
The decay of mind and body
Just a human's face
87 years old
And a baby