I was only eight or nine/the last time I had a heart to heart with Jesus/
He let the devil take my childhood and my mind/I let the chemistry and whiskey come between us…
So I packed another load and I cracked another beer/by the time I hit the road my course was always crystal clear…
I look at my life through the eyes of a madman/ through the eyes of a madman/
What the sane folk don't know/ the twisted people understand….
Well my mama always said that in the end/the goodness always wins/but mama never shared a bed/never laid her head/never laid down with all her favorite sins/
And my daddy always said I'd never be no good/well he taught me everything I know/ I turned out 'zactly like I should….
I look at my life through the eyes of a madman/ through the eyes of a madman/
Now I look at my life through the eyes of a madman/ through the eyes of a madman/
I look at my life through the eyes of a madman/ through the eyes of a madman/
What the sane folk don't know/ What the sane folk don't know/What the sane folk don't know…
the twisted people understand….