Lyrics Madman - Circle

Madman

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
So you steal what you need right now
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