Da Circle - 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 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 pa**ed 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 d**h 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