The seed was sown when I was eight years old
and Larry McKeoghan called me madman for the first time
So what you might think
It’s a cool name for a kid

And it caught on like a wild flower it grew
Every battle I won soon became a war
Sticks and stones will break your bones
But words are soul destroying

And you know it didn’t bother me at all
Couldn’t care less what I was called
It was just my mothers eyes
When she heard the other boys
Call me Madman, Madman, Madman

In 64 . One year after I was born
She earned her shame in a mental ward in England
She got out and thought about.
What people might be thinking

So she came home, tried to leave it all behind
A brand new start was what she needed
No one knew. No one needed to
It might effect poor Sean at school

And you know it didn’t bother me at all
Couldn’t care less what I was called
It was just a shower of shame
and my mothers felt the pain
When they called me Madman, Madman, Madman
When they called me Madman, Madman, Madman

And the years roll by and I grow up to be a man
and all these childish things get locked away
So what . All forgot
Cool dude these days

But deep inside there’s the child you’ll never see
The little boy still trying to please his mother
She’s long gone. He fights on
Sticks and stones will break your bones
So what . Long forgotten words are soul destroying

And you know it didn’t bother me at all
Couldn’t care less what I was called
It was pure coincidence , flying too close to the bone
and Im sure you meant no harm Larry McKeoghan
When you called me Madman, Madman, Madman
When you called me Madman, Madman, Madman

The seed was sown when I was eight years old