Madman, madman, what shall I do?
I will not feel pity, especially for you.
You were born this way, and I can understand.
I’m a madman myself, but I’ll never take your hand.
You came down the street crazy as a loon,
I lit up a joint and gazed at the moon.
You picked up a rifle and slaughtered some folks,
They said “A madman did it.” but I know it’s quite a hoax.
You spend your days amid slayers and crooks,
I spend my nights reciting books.
So don’t scheme against me, you amoral soul.
I might be a lunatic, but I’ll never plunge into that sinkhole.