Somebody Check

Somebody check the fellow in the next bed I've got a feeling he may well be dead When they brought him, he was bleeding from the head Somebody check the fellow in the next bed Back home, I was a teacher at the school Beacon of light, enforcer of the rules That was back during Nicholas's rule Before the plague of ideologues and fools Somebody check the window; is it open? My elbows and my knees are almost frozen Anything you think is strictly verboten For thought-crime, comrade, they'll have you by the scrotum Somebody move the follow in the next bed Pity he never got his bit of bread He wanted me to have it, I'm sure he said I gave up on White, and now I'm betting on Red O I gave up on White, and now I'm betting on Red.