Fun: Oh Yeah, That's Horseback Jesus
Mad Mary, Mad Max, Larry and Frog,
The known mad folk in this town,
Are the people the locals all know about,
Because they’re always seen walking around,
Wearing a worn out top hat, a torn dress of rag,
Pushing a trolley of junk,
Not homeless nor poor, no drugs, booze or dope,
Just a story of having no luck,
And everyone in town knows the story,
Knows how they each got their name,
But nobody tells people passing through town,
Nobody wants to explain,
Mad Mary lost her kids by the hands of her man,
Mad Max fought on some foreign ground,
We all secretly hide the truth of their hurt,
By calling them the mad folks of this town.
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