Madhouse کے بول

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?