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.
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