I know this game too well i have tickets to sell You thin kit's for pleasure, but it's hot in Hell Fortune and fame don't come easy it's true, I can tell The most of my soul was for sale To the angel that fell
Now as the moon is rising I have my self to blame There's no light in the eastern sky Cold winds are whispering my name
Calling through the dead of night From somewhere in the blue Theatrical madness is coming to town Theatrical madness The ghost of the past will make it well cast It's gonna get you, it's gonna get you
You gonna learn this play well Some magic and a spell Then find you a buyer of souls and sell Cause fortune and fame don't come easy, I can tell The most of my music derives its origin from hell
Run, get away, try to hide or escape No use, it finds you (oooh, help us) It's gonna find you all It's gonna find you all Find you all - all of you Theatrical madness - drives me all insane Theatrical madness - it runs in my veins
Theatrical madness Theatrical madness - the magic it brings Will save you from pain and make you sing Theatrical madness The ghost of the past will make it well cast It's gonna get you, it's gonna get youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
