Don't be afraid, when we're knocking at your door  Don't need to ask, what the irons may be for  Why do you hesitate, come on and don't be late  We'll be no longer patient  You really got the choice, just between chains or toys  So be a pleasant patient--now  Aunts and uncles dressed in white  They all like to wish you  Welcome--Welcome to Bedlam  Make yourself at home, you're at home  Nice how the grated moon shines in your padded room  The outer world's so malice  Drugs will improve your dreams, laughter will drown your screams  You got a serious illness--now  Hot injections in your veins  We insure that you are  Welcome--Welcome to Bedlam  Everyone wants your best, lie down and take a rest  Forget the pain and sorrow  Everyone wants your best, all your kin do attest  Your mind is full of shadows--now  Mental disease, insanity  We all like to wish you  Welcome--Welcome to Bedlam . . .