So suddenly the madness came
With its whiskered, wolven, ether pangs
He locked the door and he shut the blinds
He laid down on the floor and he slept like iron
While the dirty knife worked deep into his spine
Blood runs crazy
Blood runs crazy

Cascading letters pool on the stairs
The grass is high, the cats are wild
You can't even touch the tip of their tails
And the blood runs crazy with giant strides

He sang nursery rhymes to paralyze
The wolves that eddy out the corner of his eyes
Squared him frozen where he stood
In the glow of the furniture piled high for firewood
And the blood runs crazy with giant strides

And the woodsman failed to breach those fangs in time
So they dragged him though the underbrush
Wearing three winter coats and a dirty knife