He was brutalised by song
He was taken for a ride
He was tied to a chair
He was buried alive
He was brutalised by song
And they never even told him
What he did wrong

He was driven to the desert in a 4 x 4
Had stones tied to his legs
He was washed up in a harbour
He was thrown from a pier
He was brutalised by song
And I guess he would have talked
But no one wanted to listen

His body withered
His head expanded
His judgement vanished
His hair receded
His teeth turned yellow
His skin turned green
His thoughts taken from him
His memories scattered

He was violated by a note
He was flayed with a chord
He was hit with a major
Then a minor fall

He was cast into a furnace
He was frozen to the bone
Injected with a seventh
A slow but lethal dose
He was driven half insane
And they never even asked him his name
Still he was brutalised all the same

His stomach bloated
His skin corroded
His comfort shattered
His senses disordered
His ego battered
His malaise lifted
His eyes bulged out
His heart fucking burst

When I gave him his marching orders
He took it with such aplomb
I knew right then he had been brutalised by song

His friends called him lucky Malone
They said it was a miracle
The only one they ever known
To be brutalised by song
And lived to tell the tale
And lived to tell the tale