I’ll be the mad man’s lullaby,
and he’ll kiss my face, every other day
In shining lights he will sing me songs
and in lonely nights he will long
for cheerful days with me at his side
his one and only, truthful pride
I’m his fainted treasure, an ugly leech
a grotty sound, is that my speech
filthiness surrounds all of me
yet it is with me, he wants to be
Cause I am the mad man’s lullaby
and he’ll kiss my face, every other day