So, tell me what it's like to be a mad man So, tell me about the things of the insane Is it all that different from what I'm feeling I haven't felt this way since yesterday I feel sorry for you, you're goin' down I feel sorry for you, take him away In a straight jacket I guess you don't know how the game is played Tell me why you started on the needle You told me you could never get too high So, I'll just take another shot of whiskey It's so easy to feel good when you die. You won't disguise it in the sun You can't hide it if you run A mad man with a gun A junkie having fun Better be careful what you pick up, baby It might just weigh a ton. When you're tired of sleeping on the floor It won't be me around to pick you up no more. A mad man having fun A junkie with a gun Better be careful what you pick up baby It just might weigh a ton.