It's a silent shriek without a sound
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He's coming' soon to your small town
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He's searching for something he won't find
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He's a mad, mad man with a mad, mad mind
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Half a fifth of Jack Daniels
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He wipes his nose and takes a pull
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He ain't young he ain't old
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He's a troubled man with a morbid soul
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Oh, the mad man cometh
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He don't answer to no one
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He's no ones papa he's no ones son
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He won't sleep till' they're dead
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He's got a swazi on the top of his head
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Down from the heavens from which he fell
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A demon child sent straight from hell
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Throws one more shot of bourbon back
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He's a mean motherfucker; he's a man in black
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Oh, the mad man cometh
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Like the ravage of a holy flood
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Three lay dead in a pool of blood
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Above broken bodies madness stands
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Blood on his beard and blood on his hands
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Hides in the shadows of the still of the night
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You won't see him coming no, no
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Done the dead and flees the scene
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Out of the corner of your eye you see the mad man running
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Oh, the mad man cometh
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The pigs are on his heels
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Guns are drawn he's in their sights
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They think they've got their leads
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But he's a friend of the night
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They follow the trail of blood
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Now they know they've got their mark
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But the madman can't be found
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Disappears into the dark
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It's a silent shriek without a sound
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Well he's coming soon to your small town
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He's searching for something he won't find
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He's a mad, mad man with a mad, mad mind
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Like an animal out of his den
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You better hide your money better hide your children
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You can't keep your fear at bay
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Cause the madman roams these streets today
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Oh, the madman cometh
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The Madman
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The White Buffalo |