My mind was lost in London, so they brought me back here
Seems I need looking after, 
Need to keep a lid on this tin of fear
So here I am in Menston with lots of similar souls
We’ve all been thrown together-it’s Victorian control

This is life in the Big House
Don’t be a lion, you’d better be a mouse
Don’t shout, don’t make a fuss
Behave yourself and get some trust

We live life to the clock here, everything has it’s time
We rise, we work, we eat we sleep, 
Don’t step past the tidy line
Saturdays we have more fun
The hall has dancing for everyone
People visit, our families come and best of all I see my son

This is life in the Big House
Don’t be a lion, you’d better be a mouse
Don’t shout, don’t make a fuss
Behave yourself and get some trust

But there is some kindness, some of the staff treat us well
Sometimes feels like we’ve got some friends
Sometimes it’s more like hell

This is life in the Big House
Don’t be a lion, you’d better be a mouse
Don’t shout, don’t make a fuss
Behave yourself and get some trust
This is life in the Big House
I’m not a lion, but I’m not a mouse
I don’t shout, I don’t make a fuss
I behave myself. I want your trust