Lyric I Have Not Been To Oxford Town

Baby Grace is the victim
She was 14 years of age
And the wheels are turning, turning
For the finger points at me
All s well
But I have not been to Oxford Town
All s well
No I have not been to Oxford Town

[CHORUS]
Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
All s well
20th century dies

And the prison priests are decent
My attorney seems sincere
I fear my days are numbered
Lord get me out of here
All s well
But I have not been to Oxford Town
All s well
But I have not been to Oxford Town

[CHORUS]
This is your shadow on my wall
This is my flesh and blood
This is what I could ve been

And the wheels are turning and turning
As the 20th century dies

If I had not ripped the fabric
If time had not stood still
If I had not met Ramona
If I d only paid my bill
All s well
But I have not been to Oxford Town
All s well
But I have not been to Oxford Town

[CHORUS]
This is my bunk with two sheets
This is my food though foul
This is what I could have been

[CHORUS (ad lib.)]