I've got a Madness album I can't stand
That's playing till torture's torn
And then you rush in and pull my pin
And hug me to the floor
It's a no good gracious act
You've pulled I'm a long standing dud
There's a hell hole in this house somewhere
I hope we don't fall through
And then you rush in frantic again
There's a light burned out in the bedroom
That's where cold things move
And darkness spoons the plumes of panic