I keep asking,
but I know I’m wrong.
The days get shorter
and the nights get long.
The mind plays tricks,
and the band plays on,
just don’t let the crazy out.
Don’t let the crazy out.
Don’t let the crazy out.
Don’t let the crazy out.
The dark lies cold.
Unaware are the holes,
in our eyes,
in our heads,
somewhat safe
in our beds.
Line up,
get yours
from the gentleman’s claws.
Children cry for their mothers
no one stops at all.
All I can hear
is the Wolfman’s call,
saying; Don’t let the crazy out.
Don’t let the crazy out.
Don’t let the crazy out.
Don’t let the crazy out.
Greet the short Sun
with a tempered smile.
Live a life worth living,
give it every mile.
They walk you to church
and they walk you down the aisle.
I can still hear the screams
that I heard as a child.
Grow up strong,
grow up right.
So meek,
so mild,
but the mind’s no prison,
hasn’t been for a while.
Just don’t let the crazy out.
Don’t let the crazy out.
Don’t let the crazy out.
Don’t let the crazy out.
Madness is a gift.
A full moon’s curse.
Broke a lot of bad habits,
some got a lot worse.
Some drive a Ferrari,
some ride in a hearse,
but we’re all getting there,
just don’ t wanna go first.
There’s a joke being played
on the world as a whole.
There’s a game of high stakes,
ante up with your soul.
The world keeps spinning,
it’s just how we roll,
but don’t let the crazy out.
Don’t let the crazy out.
Don’t let the crazy out.
Don’t let the crazy out.
HG – 2017
