Madhouse, isolation

Madhouse, in desolation

A house of silence during the day,

Seems bewitching

How everyone stays away, no-one dare go near

Madhouse, night-time nearing

Madhouse, lights appearing

They're turning night into day

Freak musicians

Smoke, drifting slowly away with the music

Maybe all the people on the outside looking in

Don't understand the life that's there inside is not all sin

Musicians make their music, smoke, make love, so if that's bad,

Who outside could claim that they've got happiness like that