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
'Cept 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
Now his thumbs up has been grounded
It's that bird he loves to fly
It 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 to the badlands
He's still holdin' on like a mad man

Yeah, like a mad man
Mad man
Like a mad, mad man (like a, like a)

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Writer(s): Casey Beathard, Eric Church