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 It's a silent shriek without a soundHe's coming' soonTo 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 takes a pull
 He ain't young he ain't old
 He's a troubled man with a morbid soul
 Oh, the mad man cometh
 He don't answer to no one
 He's no ones papa he's no ones son
 He won't sleep till' they're dead
 He's got a swazi on the top of his head
 Down from the heavens from which he fell
 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
 Oh, the mad man cometh
 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 of the still of the night
 You won't see him coming no, no
 Done the dead and flees the scene
 Out of the corner of your eye you see the mad man
 Running
 Oh, the mad man 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've got their mark
 But the madman can't be found
 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 madman roams these streets today
 Oh, the madman cometh
 
 
		
		
	
 
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