MADHOUSE

When night comes I see him
He walks around our muppet wing
He has a fistful of puppet strings
But he never says a thing

In the madhouse

She’s always talking jibberish
And that makes me so feverish
Skull is full of murder
Convulsions and savage fervor

CHORUS

I heard her again, she was raving
And we trembled in our beds
With fireworks in our heads

When night comes I see him
He walks around our loony bin
He has a fistful of puppet strings
That we crave more than anything

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