| Song | A Castle Full Of Rascals |
| Artist | Deep Purple |
| Album | Purpendicular |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Written:Gillan/Glover/Morse/Lord/Paice | |
| Nothing here for me today | |
| Garbaggio from the men in grey | |
| Don't do this | |
| You can't do that | |
| What's the point | |
| What's the matter, anyway | |
| Fat cat's licking cream | |
| Dirty business | |
| hard and mean | |
| Narrow eyes and hungry days | |
| There's got to be | |
| a better way | |
| Something here about my face | |
| Somehing make you think | |
| I got time to waste | |
| What you doing | |
| standing here | |
| Why don't you call | |
| someone who cares | |
| Fat cats all the same | |
| Easy answers just a game | |
| Another day nothing changes | |
| There's got to be a better way | |
| A glistening of questioners | |
| Prepared the inquisition | |
| While jackals in the shadows | |
| manoeuvre for position | |
| A fundament of righteous men | |
| A barrow ideals | |
| The carriage of misjustice | |
| Crushes all beneath it's wheels | |
| Conspiracies of silence | |
| Within the temple walls | |
| Graveyards full of promises | |
| Tha no one can recall | |
| A castle full of rascals | |
| A fortress full of thieves | |
| A parliament of silver tongues | |
| That latter to deceive | |
| Oh my darling Carolina | |
| If you get the chance | |
| to walk behind here | |
| She's so clean | |
| you see no splash | |
| Just the Texas chainsaw massacre | |
| Fat cat's got to go | |
| I'm Rockin' and rollin' | |
| from my headache to my toes | |
| She's trying to set the world on fire | |
| Up there in her Ivory tower |
| Written: Gillan Glover Morse Lord Paice | |
| Nothing here for me today | |
| Garbaggio from the men in grey | |
| Don' t do this | |
| You can' t do that | |
| What' s the point | |
| What' s the matter, anyway | |
| Fat cat' s licking cream | |
| Dirty business | |
| hard and mean | |
| Narrow eyes and hungry days | |
| There' s got to be | |
| a better way | |
| Something here about my face | |
| Somehing make you think | |
| I got time to waste | |
| What you doing | |
| standing here | |
| Why don' t you call | |
| someone who cares | |
| Fat cats all the same | |
| Easy answers just a game | |
| Another day nothing changes | |
| There' s got to be a better way | |
| A glistening of questioners | |
| Prepared the inquisition | |
| While jackals in the shadows | |
| manoeuvre for position | |
| A fundament of righteous men | |
| A barrow ideals | |
| The carriage of misjustice | |
| Crushes all beneath it' s wheels | |
| Conspiracies of silence | |
| Within the temple walls | |
| Graveyards full of promises | |
| Tha no one can recall | |
| A castle full of rascals | |
| A fortress full of thieves | |
| A parliament of silver tongues | |
| That latter to deceive | |
| Oh my darling Carolina | |
| If you get the chance | |
| to walk behind here | |
| She' s so clean | |
| you see no splash | |
| Just the Texas chainsaw massacre | |
| Fat cat' s got to go | |
| I' m Rockin' and rollin' | |
| from my headache to my toes | |
| She' s trying to set the world on fire | |
| Up there in her Ivory tower |
| Written: Gillan Glover Morse Lord Paice | |
| Nothing here for me today | |
| Garbaggio from the men in grey | |
| Don' t do this | |
| You can' t do that | |
| What' s the point | |
| What' s the matter, anyway | |
| Fat cat' s licking cream | |
| Dirty business | |
| hard and mean | |
| Narrow eyes and hungry days | |
| There' s got to be | |
| a better way | |
| Something here about my face | |
| Somehing make you think | |
| I got time to waste | |
| What you doing | |
| standing here | |
| Why don' t you call | |
| someone who cares | |
| Fat cats all the same | |
| Easy answers just a game | |
| Another day nothing changes | |
| There' s got to be a better way | |
| A glistening of questioners | |
| Prepared the inquisition | |
| While jackals in the shadows | |
| manoeuvre for position | |
| A fundament of righteous men | |
| A barrow ideals | |
| The carriage of misjustice | |
| Crushes all beneath it' s wheels | |
| Conspiracies of silence | |
| Within the temple walls | |
| Graveyards full of promises | |
| Tha no one can recall | |
| A castle full of rascals | |
| A fortress full of thieves | |
| A parliament of silver tongues | |
| That latter to deceive | |
| Oh my darling Carolina | |
| If you get the chance | |
| to walk behind here | |
| She' s so clean | |
| you see no splash | |
| Just the Texas chainsaw massacre | |
| Fat cat' s got to go | |
| I' m Rockin' and rollin' | |
| from my headache to my toes | |
| She' s trying to set the world on fire | |
| Up there in her Ivory tower |