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He's a modern day Jekyll and Hyde, mixin’ pride with the cold hard facts Starin’ awful hard at a picture on a bar of a girl that he won't get back He's talkin’ to himself knowin’ damn well his self doesn't know what now 'Xcept fire shots of Jack and popping caps of Silver Bullets in his mouth He's a mad man at the world ‘Cause a girl told him goodbye His thumbs up has been grounded Now it’s that bird he loves to fly Might be happy hour to you But his mind ain’t nowhere near there It’s busy goin’ crazy on the heels of her Mercedes Drivin’ back home north of eighty towards the badlands He’s still holdin’ on like a mad man He ain't lookin’ for a fight but that might be what ya get If you light that fuse that looks to you like a half-smoked cigarette Just leave his glass half empty, he's better off left alone Kind of like a house up the road, the lights are on but no one’s home He's a mad man at the world ‘Cause a girl told him goodbye His thumbs up has been grounded Now it’s that bird he loves to fly Might be happy hour to you But his mind ain’t nowhere near there It’s busy goin’ crazy on the heels of her Mercedes Drivin’ back home north of eighty towards the badlands He’s still holdin’ on like a mad man Yeah like a mad man, mad man, like a mad, mad man From Letras Mania