I am required to suffer Humiliating tortures and ordeals For what I have seen I'm rendered receptive to Electronic radio waves Irritation in the fingers and elsewhere Just for what I have seen and I cannot forget In the corridors of power that resides Which is the true authority Taught in the grey decayed gymnasiums of their land I spied seven in a room of the Ministry In robes and gowns with a knot tight laced up By light-gloved world-directing hands And the sacred sharp intensity of that sight shall appear no more In a theatre for an audience of just one I spied seven in a room Just for what I have seen and I cannot forget anymore Take my picture, someone I think I've broken the law It's no good telling me I know I shouldn't have been there in their way Oh no, I shouldn't have been there in their way I shouldn't have been, I'm copying out Tortuous longhand rhyming speech Divided into volumes and with Several thousand chapters in each