(Billy Bob Thornton)
Who knows where we'll go Or who's a friend or who's a foe No one wants to let the record show What seemed like comedy Was always tragedy Can we cure this melody The world don't see the charm In our big ol' funny farm Since we pulled the handle on the fire alarm The devil's tipped his hat He's laid out on the mat Comparatively he's just a brat The cork seemed pretty snug On the bottle of the drug But we stilled pulled it out and took a slug We gotta pull the plug Cause if we don't pull out the rug We may as well give madness a hug