Madman - Peter Cornell

I was only eight or nine/the last time I had a heart to heart with Jesus/

He let the devil take my childhood and my mind/I let the chemistry and whiskey

come between us…

So I packed another load and I cracked another beer/by the time I hit the road

my course was always crystal clear…

I look at my life through the eyes of a madman/ through the eyes of a madman/

What the sane folk don’t know/ the twisted people understand…

Well my mama always said that in the end/the goodness always wins/but mama

never shared a bed/never laid her head/never laid down with all her favorite

sins/

And my daddy always said I’d never be no good/well he taught me everything I

know/ I turned out 'zactly like I should…

I look at my life through the eyes of a madman/ through the eyes of a madman/

Now I look at my life through the eyes of a madman/ through the eyes of a

madman/

I look at my life through the eyes of a madman/ through the eyes of a madman/

What the sane folk don’t know/ What the sane folk don’t know/What the sane folk

don’t know…

the twisted people understand…