Testo Martyers and madmen Roger Daltrey

Martyers and madmen

(Steve Swindells)

Random faces populate of pockets on my brain
Lonely torched heroes with darkness all full of pain
People crying out for blood to keep them entertained
I can't hold back anymore I can't keep anything contained
I'm captured, exited, so scared I'm sinking
The silence, I'm frightened, I can't help thinking
Of those.
Martyrs and madmen
They where rebels in there day
And the world made them sad men
Because it wouldn't go away.

Martyrs and madmen
Oh martyrs and madmen.

Now I'm tempted by the game,
I'm thrown into the ring
And if I turn out like they did I must do everything
Cause I must stop myself from turning into someone I don't know
Sitting in some hotel room with fire down below
I'm taking, my fight there, I see them screaming
I'm waking, from nightmares, I can't help dreaming
Of those
Martyrs and madmen
They where rebels in there day
And the world made them sad men
Because it wouldn't go away.

Martyrs and madmen
Oh martyrs and madmen.

There's no escaping alcohol,
Or needles straws and spoons
They always saying grace to someone breaking there cocoon
Are they destine to die lonely
Is it all some master plan
To hope that in some twenty years
Someone might understand.

Ooo martyrs and madmen
Ooo martyrs and madmen.

I'm captured, exited, so scared I'm sinking
The silence, I'm frightened, I can't help thinking
Of those.

Martyrs and madmen
They where rebels in there day
And the world made them sad men
Because it wouldn't go away.

Martyrs and madmen.