What is your game, do you like to play?
Bleeding, coughing, rotting away
It is the buzz that keeps you going
In your mind it is still showing

Now it is too late, too late to see
what has happened to humanity
Take this for that than bit of that
to stop your life falling to right

What is the tune of lunatics?
Sit down nicely for a fix

What is the tune of lunatics?
The line too short for the kick

What is the tune of lunatics?
A life shot away in bits

What is the tune of lunatics?
Be yourself, not a twit

Time that leaps, leaping away
You are so high in the day
Can't you see that it is too wrong
To sell your wife faithfully

Ignition the pipe, pyromania
A want to steal, kleptomania
The money was great knowable
My tune was a loon , a lunatic!

To be crazy, as mad as a brush
Oh no, I don't think I know
Modish as I am the prophecy
Heed my advise, stay off the brown