Madman Lyrics

So you left the town that you grew up in

A change of scene won't do you in

Nothing wrong with some innocent sin.

You're not working anyway

So what if night becomes day?

Come meet the Madman.

Come greet the Madman.

So you choose a life that's free and loose

Your new cool friend is just a recluse

It don't feel like your head's in a noose.

But now it's so dark inside.

Reruns your only light.

Hang with the Madman.

Comforting Madman.

Shake off the dust, go get a drink

Down on the street ain't no need to think

As you stand at the edge and look over the brink.

Order another shot

Endless is what you got.

So says the Madman.

All knowing Madman.

The hands on the clock spin round 'n' round

But after awhile they will slow down

And then crash to a halt making a thunderous sound,

Clanging inside your head,

Filling you up with dread

Where is the Madman?

Can't find the Madman.

After a while you just go to sleep

You consider that maybe your new friend's a creep

But it's hard to think clearly when you're in so deep.

The Madman would know what to do

He wouldn't lie to you.

Talk to the Madman.

Talk to the Madman.

Starting to sweat and seeing the flash

The room all around is filled with trash

You then realize that you ain't got no cash.

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Who'll miss it anyhow?

Won't be the Madman

No, not the Madman.

This time of the year ain't quite like the last

Hours into days into weeks months have passed

It started out easy but happened so fast.

Your friends don't come 'round no more

Just the creep and you know what for.

Him and the Madman.

Always the Madman.

You feel that rush run up your spine

And you hear that faint, high metallic whine

Then you see the future of all mankind,

But it's only three minutes long.

Then you feel all so wrong.

Look for the Madman

Where is the Madman?

All the toxic waste that's in your brain

Floating out and then back again

You feel left out 'til you don't know when.

Is this what it means to live?

Is this all he got to give?

Goddamn the Madman.

We hate the Madman.

Test pattern is all that's on TV

Ain't got the strength to clean the sheets

And the blood runs red out in the street.

Best to stay inside

In here we can hide.

Wait for the Madman

Soon it's the Madman.

Then the ghost of death pounds on the door

You hear the knocks as you lay on the floor

Wonderin' what he's been waiting for,

And you finally get some peace,

Some blessed sweet relief.

No more Madman.

Ain't no more Madman.