You can say I’m mad
you can say I’m crazy
But I’m only as bad as the maker who made me
Sinner in the darkness, liar in the church
Deaf man’s silence, the blind man’s search
Teardrop falling, memory recalling
Ghost in your dreams & your secret recordings
Mad man’s matches, the lump in the throat
The pea under your mattress, the hole in your coat
Singer with the sound down
winner on the come down
Poet in the overcoat looking for a suntan
On his birthday, prisoner on his first day
Tired of the new wave
I rise to meet you
as your trust dissolves to shame
Oh this innocence
has turned & lost its way
Retrace the footprints
off the path from which I came
I’m the beast in you, the beast in me
Which way are we going?
The doors close in an hour
You can say I’m mad
you can say I’m crazy
But I’m only as bad as the maker who made me
Needle for the user
the pain in your chest
Beggar & the chooser
the wicked man’s rest
Fear in the stuntman
sneer in the playground
Bottle in the hand
of the dirty old drunk man
Leaf falling, autumn calling, dark clouds forming
I rise to meet you
as your trust dissolves to shame
Oh this innocence
has turned & lost its way
Retrace the footprints
off the path from which I came
I’m the beast in you, the beast in me
Bite my nails
right down to the skin
Where one trust ends another lie begins
Patch over holes in my weakened heart
Which angels hold & devils pull apart
I’m the beast in you, the beast in me
The bitterness, the jealousy
The part of you that never sleeps
Are you my angel?
Will