In that stately prison cell that you call home Four cornered brass bed in your room Ice people frozen dead to the bone Nobody tells em what to do Oh no, where do the good times go When it's all bled you dry My my, how the hours fly And the years just pass you by How long? Look over the lemonade and the bluebird sky See sunny days all fade to black With a one-way ticket straight through time Bet you can't buy passage back Oh no, where do the good times go When it's all bled you dry My my, how the hours fly And the years just pass you by How long? You'll awake late someday evening Stilettos click down marble hall And feel the spirit slowly leaving you In that stately prison cell Oh no, where do the good times go When it's all bled you dry My my, how the hours fly And the years all pass you by Oh no, where do the good times go When it's all bled you dry My my, how the hours fly And the years all pass you by How long? How long? How long?