The White Buffalo - The Madman

Lyrics: It’s a silent shriek without a sound He’s coming’ soon to your small town He’s searching for something he won’t find He’s a mad, mad man with a mad, mad mind Half a fifth of Jack Daniels He wipes his nose and takes a pull He ain’t young he ain’t old He’s a troubled man with a morbid soul Oh, the mad man cometh He don’t answer to no one He’s no ones papa he’s no ones son He won’t sleep till’ they’re dead He’s got a swazi on the top of his head Down from the heavens from which he fell A demon child