Madmen Never Get Old

Madmen Never Get Old

Grab a hold of your madness
Make love to it like a Bourbon Street lady
Who knows her tricks like the back of her hand
And with a twist of her tongue  
Takes you down for a boxing match
Where the ring is the mattress

Your crazy days aren’t over
And a dime and a nickel will get you bubble gum
Where Haight meets Asbury  
In a club where the blues blast
Just enough to get you through
A long manic night
In a jam session on the threshold  
Where chaos theory meets the harmony of the spheres