Madman! He squats on my shoulder with icy paws And poison claws Paranoise, annoys, destroys his toys And tries to fix them But his world is made of powder Taken neatly with a straw And though he knows he's getting weaker He just takes it more and more
Sores are creeping on his skin There's desperation in his eyes Because he knows he'll never win He lost it all Surprise! Surprise! Madman's prize Lays in the gutter where he'll mutter Empty threats but I'll pass him On his blind side Try my hardest to forget.