(Smith/Dickinson/Harris)
Can I play with madness
Give me the sense to wonder
To wonder if I’m free
Give me a sense of wonder
To know I can believe
Give me the strength to hold my head up
Spit back in their face
Don’t need no key to unlock this door
Gonna break down the walls
Break out of this bad place
Can I play with madness – the prophet stared at his crystal ball
Can I play with madness – there’s no vision there at all
Can I play with madness – the prophet looked and he laughed at me
Can I play with madness – he said you’re blind too blind to see
I screamed aloud to the old man
I said don’t lie don’t say you don’t know
I say you’ll pay for (this) mischief
In this world or the next
Oh and then he fixed me with a freezing glance
And the hell fires raged in his eyes
He said do you want to know the truth son
– I’ll tell you the truth
Your soul’s gonna burn in the lake of fire
Can I play with madness – the prophet stared at his crystal ball
Can I play with madness – there’s no vision there at all
Can I play with madness – the prophet looked and he laughed at me
Can I play with madness – he said you’re blind too blind to see
Oooh, listen to me, listen the prophet…
Can I play with madness – the prophet stared at his crystal ball
Can I play with madness – there’s no vision there at all
Can I play with madness – the prophet looked and he laughed at me
Can I play with madness – he said you’re blind too blind to see
Can I play with madness