Chew on your pencil, you turn out the lights
Sad in the kitchen, one of those nights
The prisoners were dressed, like ladies of old
Why did you say those titbits, will never be told
The cannibal yachts(?) and electrified fence
Whatever the fuzz wants, shoot dead or repent
Its mad, mad, mad
Yes its mad, mad, mad
Well its mad, mad, mad
Within reason
They slaughtered the mascot, they dressed for the feast
For they are sad and blind, from the worst to the least
The music was simple, went back to James Brown
They saw a mistress, they lowered her down
The gorgeous this costume, well soon it'll have mass(?)
As real as a drink to his glorious past
Its mad, mad, mad
Yes its mad, mad, mad
Well its mad, mad, mad
Within reason
Its mad, mad, mad
Yes its mad, mad, mad
Well its mad, mad, mad
Within reason
Sin use and cop-blues, has clung to our lips
The crosses and pistols, swung at our hips
I cried for my supper, I spat on a plate
When everyone tries to, become what they hate
The interesting(?) captain, a smile on his face
So proud of the changes that he made to this place
Its mad, mad, mad
Yes its mad, mad, mad
Well its mad, mad, mad
Within reason
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