platform ranting in the trees disturbed voices on the breeze huddled round the mad eyes screamer a pointed finger the tin can schemer mad eyed screamer mad eyed screamer mad eyed screamer mad eyes screamer a pointed finger the tin can schemer mad eyed screamer the corner speaker could be a preacher could be a teacher you want the world to meet your maker now a lecher transforms a traitor with a petrol flaring eye come and see the corner speaker come and his suit dripdry the passers by have one obsession to hear his raving to the sky mad eyed screamer on your knees mad eyed screamer you are not pleased with the chatter in the trees your balls are freezing in the breeze mad eyed screamer mad eyes screamer mad eyed screamer mad eyed screamer your balls are freezing in the breeze mad eyed screamer you are not pleased