It’s a silent shriek without a sound and he’s coming soon to your small town He’s searching for something he won’t find; he’s a mad, mad man with a mad, mad mind Half a fifth of Jack Daniels he wipes his nose and then takes a pull He ain’t young and he ain’t old, he’s a troubled man with a morbid soul
Oh, the madman cometh
He don’t answer to no one, he’s no one’s papa he’s no one’s son He won’t sleep ‘til their dead, he’s got a swazi on the top of his head Down from the heavens from which he fell, he’s a demon child sent straight from hell Throws one more shot of bourbon back, he’s a mean motherfucker he’s a man in black
The pigs are on his heels Guns are drawn he’s in their sights They think they’ve got their leads But he’s a friend of the night
Like the ravage of a holy flood, three lay dead in a pool of blood Above broken bodies madness stands, blood on his beard and blood on his hands Hides in the shadows in the still of the night, you won’t see him comin’ no no Done the deed and flees the scene, in the corner of your eye see the mad man running
Oh, the madman cometh
The pigs are on his heels Guns are drawn he’s in their sights They think they’ve got their leads But he’s a friend of the night They follow the trail of blood Now they know they got their mark But the mad man can’t be found He disappears into the dark
It’s a silent shriek without a sound, well he’s coming soon to your small town He’s searching for something he won’t find, he’s a mad, mad man with a mad, mad mind Like an animal out of his den, you better hide your money, better hide your children You can’t keep your fear at bay cause the mad man roams these streets today
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