Floyd The Barber (Live In Amsterdam, Netherlands, 1991)

Mellow talker, come on in Put it on, sir, not any chin Sit down, child, don't be afraid Stand my tower on my faith I was chained I was chained I was chained Pardon ties me to the chair I can't see, I'm really scared Belief breeds all my heroes, them Big, big mess, and I'm not left I was chained I was chained I was chained I've said sorrow, you are new Both me and thee, every two They take turns to cut me up I've got smother and eat some I was chained I was chained I was chained