The blood in my veins. Was running right through my brain. There was a cop with a gun. Who was running around insane. Three fifty arrests. No bullet proof vest. Now ain't that a shame. We wanted to play. Play for the crowd. "No" said the wankers. "You're on your way out". Bedlam in Belgium. Bedlam in Belgium. The place was a jumpin'. And the booze was going down. There's a curfew in town. You've been working overtime. We don't play just for pay. So we'd like to stay. Stay just the same. He gave me a crack. In the back with his gun. I bled so bad. I could feel the blood run. Bedlam in Belgium. It was bedlam in Belgium. Bedlam in Belgium. Came for a good time. Left on the run.. Bedlam in Belgium. Who's to blame it's a shame. Bedlam in Belgium. It was bedlam. You gonna run out. Stage was stage. Cops enraged. Crying for more. It was war war war. Bedlam in Belgium. It was bedlam in Belgium. Bedlam in Belgium. Came for a good time. Left on the run.. Bedlam in Belgium. It was bedlam in Belgium. There was bedlam in Belgium. It was bedlam. And the law got the drop on me