Lunacy’s Back

Lyrics

Lunacy's back Lunacy's back Lunacy's back Lunacy's back Lunacy's back with his pony and trap and his big mouth He's asked through the years with his tears and his fears in a hen house Hung on a star, his cigar is suspended from his lips His coat is a moat and his bread is the lead that keeps him there Bizarre is killed in a drawer in the deep sheets of his bed His head is the hat reaches up from the mat made of yeti His drinks are all laced with the liquid dye traces of his love Lunacy hid in the skin of a gasoline rainbow Is where he was claimed as a trainee explainer of madness He melted a picture of sane peoples bubbles When that sunny-eyed lightning, explaining their troubles The business world's puddles reflecting their true Venusian doubles Lunacy's back Lunacy's back Lunacy's back Lunacy's back He's back in fashion It's ok to me because he used to be insane You don't even have to give some [??]