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letra de mad mans anthem - smellington piff

are you a mad man
yeah i think i’m going crazy
i guess i haven’t been myself lately
are you a mad man
i’m the definition of insanity
even my split personality won’t chat to me
are you a mad man
yeah i think i’m going crazy
i guess i haven’t been myself lately
are you a mad man
i’m the definition of insanity
even my split personality won’t chat to me

(smellington piff)
my though patterns disfigured and warped
come take a walk with a talking corpse
i’m bouncing off the walls of the psychiatric ward
as sulphuric acid drips from my skin pores
sniff chalk
rack lines with a pitch fork
wolf in sheep’s clothing
i hear the pigs talk
paranoid split persona
my own worst enemy
it ain’t my fault
i’m just doing what the voices are telling me
call the medic
i switching like a schizophrenic
i swear they’ve been swapping my medicine with hallucinogenics
i’m seeing twisted delusions
illusions are graphic
belligerent and psychopathic
ignorant and arrogant plus i’m hyperactive
lurking in the midst of confusion
this worlds a mental inst-tution
corrupt governments are dishing out retribution and water torture

(leaf dog)
me i’m just trying to find a quarter
getting electro therapy with my head dunked in water
hiding in the corner should have listened when they warned ya
sanity can’t be banked on like a money launder
now i walk the road
glare of the drug vultures code
now past (the fence?) like posters growing mould
it’s an open closed
looking like a champ in brand new clothes
beats made to bang just like hammer blows
is he mad who knows
lsd having words with my two front lobes
one hour later think it ain’t working like vapor
sh-t’ll change ya son i need a savior
in the form of anti hd goggles
fellow oddb-lls follow sh-t like fear and loathing gospels
while we’re talking to bats
trying my best to not eat this whole sheet of tabs

(bill shakes)
lunatic asylum seeking
nice to meet ya
light the reefer full of gunpowder
scalp myself with a blunt trowel
pick my brains for a good hour
sleeping on the pavement
talking to myself to find some decent conversation
clothes tired
pure stammer talking
you couldn’t walk a meter in the soles that i walk in
the plot is lost don’t know what is what
truly haggard
blew my gasket doing shrooms and acid
i’m sp-ced out float around on grey clouds
make sounds like special needs
after twenty tenner reefs
you won’t get any sense from me
so why try
one hits fine, bye
i shine bright like white night lights that glow in the sky
psychosis from my high dosage of lines
broken my mind when i got my fix
holding my split personalities hostages

- smellington piff

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