On page 99 in the terrible timeline Mr. Peels Police Force Wicked, you might find Foul fun and criminal cures, we really must talk A time of new inventions and terrific discoveries Where mankind can enhance an exert cruelty Exacerbate a master race, perfection's going liberties I am Toby, can't you see? Out for the dropsy in your pit and all your tackle, too Nine strands of leather, three knots for each He took the first strike in silence but the cat leaves streak Oh I'd thought by now you'd realise that real life is clear lies Fed to you by an unsuspecting fiend Elizabeth Fry, oh, she is furious with Birmingham prison and stories Over the crack being turned 10,000 times And over in Preston as it festers as the body count booms Treadmills are replaced with weaving looms Oh, I hope that her majesty Oh, I hope that she remembers me in the 18th century Where many men have come before And Queen Victoria, she decreed She taught me how to talk like a villainous victorian She taught me how to talk like a villainous victorian She taught me how to talk like a villainous victorian She taught me how to talk like a villainous victorian