On Madness
Preventable catastrophes occur.
Madness was released from London,
Was kicked out of the band,
Held responsible for maximum enjoyment,
In their skinhead roots,
All malt whiskies on the bottom.
Pirates of the subculture,
Rage against the lyrics.
A new music provided the gun.
Wonderful deep sweetness.
Then the buckled gas tank ruptured.
It was driving a babe with the right to charge.
This year with a radio and the Real Martina McBride.
With this rather than the lives of his badly burned body.
Killing germs with the comments!
My name is The Machine Zack Morris.
