Madman

The cerebral wanderings of a madman
Make him feel the same
Would make us feel insane
It's just a frame of mind

Slashing razors take the places
Of his knife and fork
Manic stuffing of the flesh
His belly full of gore
Yet he thinks he's sane

He's a madman..... He's a madman

The clinical profile of a madman
Is obscure and vague it's true
But if your family and friends dislike you
The madman could be you

Slashing biros take the places
Of a battle sword
A document here a signature there
You'll never walk abroad

He's a madman..... He's a madman

The face that's reflected by the mirror
Cannot be mine of that I'm sure
Every time I look I feel my head
Yet I can never touch the horns

My mind is mine and mine alone I know
I've always been convinced
Yet when I spoke to myself the other day
I was told that my name was Vince

Am I mad now..... Am I a Madman?