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A Madman from Manhattan - Jack White
Composed by：Jack White
There's a madman from Manhattan
There with a man's hat and
A floor mat made of satin
But this cat was not like this or that
But that which was aptly named for a man
Whose plan is a dime in a
Can downstairs for a dollar
If he can win the time with a dame
He ain't ashamed to holler
Catch a train with the
Name of an alphabet letter
Had the brains to remain
With the dame right up
Until he let her think she was just
On the brink of a breakthrough
Just on the brink of a breakthrough
But this dime in her can in the sink
Is enough to just make you think
That it all comes down to the trust
That is covered in
Rust that you can't remove
Sticking around on the grounds
That you know that you can't prove
A thing to a judge and a jury
And then of course an angel
Comes to him and sings
She swims under whiskey with her wings
And from the inside of a
Bottle with a shaft of light
She tells him with a
Song that it is not right
It's not right it's not right
It's not right now it's wrong
But he does not listen to her for long
He says madmen aren't born
They're cultivated
Conned by the con-men in
The world the marks created
And then he cons himself
He tricks himself into
Thinking that he is right
It's not right it's not right
It's not right now it's wrong
But then he forgets to put it in a song
There's a madman from Manhattan
There with a man's hat and
A floor mat made of satin
But the cat was not like this or that
But that which was aptly named for a man
Whose plan is a dime in a
Can downstairs for a dollar
Catch a train with the
Name of an alphabet letter
Had the brains to remain
With the dame right up
Until he let her think she was
Just on the brink of a breakthrough
Just on the brink of a breakthrough
Just on the brink of a breakthrough
