Madmen fry
This is bad for their health
In the midday sky
Everything has its appointed hour
Get down on their knees
Why should the devil have all the good tunes
BUt the sand won’t freeze
Those that do you wrong will never forgive you
CHORUS
Deciding on decisions-deciding on decisions-a war between the ears
Laughing like a madman-laughing like a madman-laughing at the madman
On the barren waste
With the mind of roadworks full of parked cars