The White Buffalo
The Madman
Well, it's a silent shriek without a sound
He's a-coming soon to your small town, yeah
He's searching for something he won't find
He's a mad, mad man with a mad, mad mind, hey
Half a fifth of Jack Daniels
He wipes his nose and a-takes a pull
He ain't young, he ain't old
He's a troubled man with a morbid soul, yeah
Oh, the madman coming here
He don't answer to no one
He's no ones papa, he's no ones son, yeah
He won't sleep 'till they're dead
He's got a swazi on the top of his head, yeah
Down from the heavens from which he fell
A demon child a-sent straight from hell
Throws one more shot of bourbon back
He's a mean motherfucker, he's a man in black, hey
Oh, the madman come here
And the pigs are on his heels
Guns are drawn he's in their sights
They think they've got their leads
But he's a friend of the night