Madness

I've got a Madness album I can't stand That's playing till torture's torn And then you rush in and pull my pin And hug me to the floor It's a no good gracious act You've pulled I'm a long standing dud There's a hell hole in this house somewhere I hope we don't fall through And then you rush in frantic again There's a light burned out in the bedroom That's where cold things move And darkness spoons the plumes of panic