Madhouse Promenade Songtext
von Have Gun, Will Travel

This can′t be happening
Shipwrecked and desperate
Feels like it's out of our hands

Feel panic creeping in
Fear and adrenaline
This wasn′t part of the plan

This can't be happening
Held captive by the wind
A million miles from anywhere

We try to pass the time
Occupy our minds
Study science from an easy chair

This angry wind is blowin'
Cuts just like a rusty blade
We′ve got no way of knowin′
How much more we can take
We walked on Madhouse Promenade


This can't be happening
Won′t make it home again
We've got no chance of escape

We′re off the map again
Looks like we've reached the end
This be our final resting place

This angry wind is blowin′
Cuts just like a rusty blade
We've got no way of knowin'
How much more we can take
We walked on Madhouse Promenade

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Oh, we walked on Madhouse Promenade

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Oh!

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