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. But I have not been to Oxford Town. Toll the bell. Pay the private eye. All's well. 20th century dies. And the prison priests it's a 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. Toll the bell. Pay the private eye. All's well. 20th century dies. 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. Toll the bell. Pay the private eye. All's well. 20th century dies. And the wheels are turning and turning. As the 20th century dies. This is my bunk with two sheets. This is my food though foul. This is what I could have been. Toll the bell. Pay the private eye. All's well. 20th century dies. Toll the bell. Pay the private eye. All's well. 20th century dies. All's well. All's well. All's well. Toll the bell. Pay the private eye. All's well. 20th century dies. Toll the bell. Pay the private eye. All's well.