The Madman by Allan Taylor. Al O'Donnell recorded a fine version.

Allan Taylor


The Madman
(Allan Taylor)

The madman sits inside his cell, a tiny little room
No one's there to stare at him, the visitors have gone
The doctor's finished making notes from the same side of the door
While the madman screamed and tore his hair
And threw his body on the floor

The days were few and he was calm and still, and felt a little peace
Mostly he was victim to his merciless disease
It pushed him ever onward, ever deeper into hell
And finally it broke him
And he was crushed beneath the wheel

The madman cannot see the light at the far end of the road
His world is now his little room, he has nowhere else to go
What is there behind the eyes, that always seem to stare
He knows no one can help him
And he's forgotten how to care

The madman can't remember what he did before he came
Now he's lost forever and the days are all the same
The final race is over and the last game has been played
And his account is duly settled
But the price was dearly paid
The price was dearly paid
The price was dearly paid

--Stewie.