Bottle Of Madness

Hazy are the memories 
Of our friendship born

Time reclaims old footpaths 
Which were once well worn...

If only everything in life was simple
Like a lazy summer stroll 

I dread the day
They lock us away
When madness takes it's toll

The first and second rule of madness club
Is to put back on the top

No breaks 
Out of control 
Isobutyl
The laughter can't stop

Imported all the way from Canada

A little bottle of madness... 

Pulses racing 
Orange hue 

Madness in a bottle 
Always helps
To cement old friendships new