"This is a mad house," she goes straight for the pub

"You'll be luck to make it till Tuesday"



I say "You must be joking, the idea's absurd"

But the picture's hanging on her every word

But she comes right back, her black velvet cat

Has gone smiled all over the carpet

He says "I know my rights, I've got nothing to say"

But he cried all night on the night 'n' day



I've seen the naked flame

And I'm turning my eyes away



"Yes it's a mad house," the minister shouts

But his words drown out in the crowd

He says "I open my mouth and some idiot speaks"

So he strikes the service for another two weeks

Then the party's over, it's a free-for-all

I'm under the table, I got my foot in the door

Well she's a natural leader, and she's bound to win

She's just waiting for the burning to begin



I've seen the naked flame

It's gonna burn me again

I'm dying down in the rain

And I'm turning my eyes away



(Rotsey/Hirst/Moginie)