So suddenly the madness came
With its whiskered wolven ease of pains
He locked the door and he shut the blinds
He laid down on the floor and he slept like iron
While the dirty knife wore deep into his spine
Blood runs crazy
Blood runs crazy
Cascading letters pool on the stairs
The grass is high, the cats are wild
Can't even touch the tip of their tails
And the blood runs crazy with giant strides
He sang nursery rhymes to paralyze
The wolves that eddy out of the corner of his eye
But they squared him, frozen where he stood
In the glow of the furniture piled high for firewood
And the blood runs crazy with giant strides
And the woodsmen failed to breech those fangs in time
So they dragged him through the underbrush
Wearing three winter coats and a dirty knife
