This is bad for their health
Everything has its appointed hour
Why should the devil have all of the good tunes
But the sand won't freeze
Those that do you wrong will never forgive you
With the mind of roadworks full of parked cars
An incident of original sin
An accident of true distinction
You spoke too quick, now count the stars
(You're laughing like a madman)
You're laughing like a madman
An incident of original sin
With this skull and bones
Dehydrating on the desert sands
Took away a little part of me
Has turned its back on you
I'm laughing at this madman
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