Eric Church - Mad Man lyrics
[Eric Church - Mad Man lyrics]
He's a modern day Jekyll and Hyde
Mixin' pride with the cold hard facts
Starin' awful hard at a picture on a bar
Of a girl that he won't get back
He's talkin' to himself, knowin' damn well
His self doesn't know what now
'Cept fire shots of Jack and poppin' caps
Of Silver Bullets in his mouth
He's a mad man at the world
'Cause a girl told him goodbye
His thumbs-up has been grounded
Now it's that bird he loves to fly
Might be happy hour to you
But his mind ain't nowhere near
It's busy goin' crazy on the
Heels of her Mercedes
Drivin' back home north of
Eighty towards the badlands
He's still holdin' on like a mad man
He ain't lookin' for a fight
But that might be what you get
If you light that fuse that looks to you
Like a half-smoked cigarette
Just leave his glass half-empty
He's better off left alone
Kinda like a house up the road
The lights are on, but no one's home
He's a mad man at the world
'Cause a girl told him goodbye
Now his thumbs-up has been grounded
It's that bird he loves to fly
It might be happy hour to you
But his mind ain't nowhere near there
It's busy goin' crazy on the
Heels of her Mercedes
Drivin' back home north of
Eighty to the badlands he's still holdin' on
Like a mad man yeah, like a mad man
Mad man like a mad, mad man
Mixin' pride with the cold hard facts
Starin' awful hard at a picture on a bar
Of a girl that he won't get back
He's talkin' to himself, knowin' damn well
His self doesn't know what now
'Cept fire shots of Jack and poppin' caps
Of Silver Bullets in his mouth
He's a mad man at the world
'Cause a girl told him goodbye
His thumbs-up has been grounded
Now it's that bird he loves to fly
Might be happy hour to you
But his mind ain't nowhere near
It's busy goin' crazy on the
Heels of her Mercedes
Drivin' back home north of
Eighty towards the badlands
He's still holdin' on like a mad man
He ain't lookin' for a fight
But that might be what you get
If you light that fuse that looks to you
Like a half-smoked cigarette
Just leave his glass half-empty
He's better off left alone
Kinda like a house up the road
The lights are on, but no one's home
He's a mad man at the world
'Cause a girl told him goodbye
Now his thumbs-up has been grounded
It's that bird he loves to fly
It might be happy hour to you
But his mind ain't nowhere near there
It's busy goin' crazy on the
Heels of her Mercedes
Drivin' back home north of
Eighty to the badlands he's still holdin' on
Like a mad man yeah, like a mad man
Mad man like a mad, mad man