Matthew Paige "Matt" Damon (born October 8, 1970) is an American actor, screenwriter, and philanthropist whose career was launched following the success of the film Good Will Hunting (1997) from a screenplay he co-wrote with friend Ben Affleck. The pair won an Academy Award for Best Original Screenplay and a Golden Globe Award for Best Screenplay for their work. Damon alone received multiple Best Actor nominations, including an Academy Award for his lead performance in the film.
Damon has since starred in commercially successful films such as Saving Private Ryan (1998), the Ocean's trilogy, and the Bourne series, while also gaining critical acclaim for his performances in dramas such as Syriana (2005), The Good Shepherd (2006), and The Departed (2006). He garnered a Golden Globe nomination for portraying the title character in The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999) and was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor in Invictus (2009). He is one of the top 40 highest grossing actors of all time. In 2007, Damon received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame and was named Sexiest Man Alive by People magazine. Damon has been actively involved in charitable work, including the ONE Campaign, H2O Africa Foundation, and Water.org.
Plot
Actor and full-time messenger Paul has a dream of "making it" in Hollywood. But Paul just happens to be a dead ringer for one of the biggest movie stars in the world... 'Matt Damon' (qv). When the whims of a powerful producer put stardom within his grasp, Paul must get in touch with his inner action star to make the most important delivery of his life.
Keywords:
"It's hard to make it when you're already famous"
Richard Goldberg: Ahh. I see she seasoned it already.
Plot
The North American anti-terrorist force Team America attacks a group of terrorist in Paris. Later, the leader of the organization, Spottswoode, invites the famous Broadway actor Gary Johnston to join his world police and work undercover in Cairo in a terrorist organization and disclose their plan of destroying the world. The Team America destroy the cell of terrorists, but then the Panama Canal is attacked by the criminals as a payback. Gary feels responsible for the death of many innocents and leaves the counter-terrorism organization. When the leader of North Korea, Kim Jong Il, joins a group of pacifist actors and actresses with the intention of using weapons of massive destruction, the Team America tries to avoid the destruction of the world.
Keywords: 2000s, actor, airplane-accident, altered-version-of-studio-logo, american, anal-sex, animal-attack, anti-arab, arab, arab-stereotype
Putting The "F" Back In Freedom.
Freedom Hangs By A Thread.
Gary Johnston: We're dicks! We're reckless, arrogant, stupid dicks. And the Film Actors Guild are pussies. And Kim Jong Il is an asshole. Pussies don't like dicks, because pussies get fucked by dicks. But dicks also fuck assholes: assholes that just want to shit on everything. Pussies may think they can deal with assholes their way. But the only thing that can fuck an asshole is a dick, with some balls. The problem with dicks is: they fuck too much or fuck when it isn't appropriate - and it takes a pussy to show them that. But sometimes, pussies can be so full of shit that they become assholes themselves... because pussies are an inch and half away from ass holes. I don't know much about this crazy, crazy world, but I do know this: If you don't let us fuck this asshole, we're going to have our dicks and pussies all covered in shit!
Spottswoode: Remember, there is no "I" in "Team America".::Intelligence: [pause] Yes, there is.
Gary Johnston: Jesus, this is a nice limo.::Spottswoode: Yes, it is. Now suck my cock.
Spottswoode: From what I.N.T.E.L.L.I.G.N.C.E has gathered, it would be 9/11 times 100.::Gary Johnston: 9/11 times a hundred? Jesus, that's...::Spottswoode: Yes, 91,100.::Chris: Basically, all the worst parts of the bible.
Spottswoode: Go get'em, cowboy.
Chris: All right, we fuckin' did it.
Spottswoode: Great job, team. Head back to base for debriefing and cocktails.
Lisa: Gary, you didn't kill your brother. Those gorillas did.
Kim Jong Il: I was sent from pranet Xiron to conquer the Earf / I had a twiffic pran - I thought it would work / I tried to get the Earfrings all to kill each other, y'see / But it all went wrong and now I must decree / You are worthress Arec Barrwin / You are worthress Arec Barrwin / You have faiwred in every way / and now my stock in you has fawren / Your career is stawrin' / and you're worthress Arec Barrwin / That's why I brew your head off / And your chirdren are all bawrin' / Pranet Xiron is inhabited with Xipods rike me / But arso with Balmacs who are giant bees / The Xipods and the Balmacs are at constant war / So we wanted a new home and that's what Earf was for / But you are worthress Arec Barrwin / You are worthress Arec Barrwin / You fucked up my whole plan / and now Xiron is smeared with Balmac porren / Your garbage needs some hawring / and you're worthress Arec Barrwin / Now I must return home a faiwrure / I'm afraid the pit of Cryrock is cawrin'.
Kim Jong Il: You are worthress, Arec Barrwin!
Plot
Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back is a tale of adventure on the open road. When Dante and Randal (of Clerks fame) get a restraining order to keep the punchy Jay and his hetero life-mate, Silent Bob, from selling drugs in front of the Quick Stop convenience store, their lives are suddenly empty. They find new purpose when their friend, Brodie, informs them a movie is being made featuring two infamous characters based on their likenesses. After visiting one of the creators of the Bluntman and Chronic, Holden McNeil, they set out to get what fat movie cash they deserve and hopefully put an end to people slandering them on the Internet. Along the way, they learn the rules of the road from a hitchhiking George Carlin, ride with a group of gorgeous jewel thieves, and incur the wrath of a hapless wildlife marshal for liberating an orangutan named Suzanne. The quest takes them from New Jersey to Hollywood where a showdown involving the police, the jewel thieves, and the Bluntman and Chronic filmmakers will decide the fate of Suzanne, Jay, Silent Bob, and their good names.
Keywords: 1970s, 2000s, angel-on-shoulder, animal-abuse, animal-experimentation, bitch, braces, breaking-the-fourth-wall, burglary, c4-explosives
Hollywood had it coming
Someone is making their life story into a movie, and they haven't been paid. So they're on their way to Hollywood to get even.
Scooping the Money!
Scooping the Monkey
Strike Back... August 24th 2001
Jay: Yo lunchbox, hurry it up.
Sissy: Y'know, I don't get you, Justice. You used to be into all this girl stuff. Stealing, boning, blowing shit up, and now you're like this little priss with a conscience. It's really a fucking drag.
Jay: I am the master of the C.L.I.T. Remember this fucking face. Whenever you see C.L.I.T., you'll see this fucking face. I make that shit work. It does whatever the fuck I tell it to. No one rules the C.L.I.T like me. Not this little fuck::[referring to Silent Bob]::Jay: , none of you little fucks out there. I AM THE C.L.I.T. COMMANDER! Remember that, commander of all C.L.I.T.s! When it comes down to business, this is what I do. I pinch it like this. OOH you little fuck. Then I rub my nose with it.
Whillenholly: Fire a warning shot into his bulbous ass.::Sheriff: One rectal breach comin' up.
Holden: If the buzz is any indicator, that movie's gonna make some huge bank.::Jay: What buzz?::Holden: The Internet buzz.::Jay: What the fuck is the Internet?::Holden: The Internet is a communication tool used the world over where people can come together to bitch about movies and share pornography with one another.
Banky: Stop the movie? What are you, crazy?::Jay: All these assholes on the internet are calling us names because of this stupid fucking movie.::Banky: That's what the internet is for. Slandering others anonymously. Stopping the flick isn't gonna stop that.::Jay: This isn't fair. We came to Hollywood, I fell in love. Fuckin', we got shot at, we stole a monkey, and I got punched in the motherfucking nuts by a guy named Cock-Knocker.::Banky: You know what? I feel for you boys, I really do, but Miramax - you know, Miramax Films - paid me a shitload of money for Bluntman and Chronic. So it occurs to me that people badmouthing you on some website, is NONE OF MY FUCKING CONCERN!::Silent Bob: Oh, but I think it is... We had a deal with you, on the comics remember, for likeness rights, and as we're not only the artistic basis, but also obviously the character basis, for your intellectual property, Bluntman and Chronic. When said property was optioned by Miramax Films, you were legally obliged to secure our permission to transfer the concept to another medium. As you failed to do that, Banky, you are in breach of the original contract, ergo you find yourself in a very actionable position.::Jay: Yeah.
Tricia Jones: [on "Bluntman and Chronic: The Movie"] Well! That was just another paean to male adolescence and its refusal to grow up.::Alyssa Jones: Yeah, sis. But it was better than "Mallrats". At least Holden had the good sense to leave his name off of it.::Tricia Jones: Why didn't Miramax option his other comic instead. You know, the one about you and him and your "relationship"?::Alyssa Jones: Oh, "Chasing Amy"? That would never work as a movie.
Jay: Do they say who's fuckin' playing us in the movie?::Holden: No, but it's Miramax. So I'm sure it'll be Ben Affleck and Matt Damon. They put those guys in a bunch of movies.::Jay: Who?::Holden: You know, those kids from Good Will Hunting?::Jay: You mean that fuckin' movie with Mork from Ork in it?::Holden: Yeah, I wasn't a big fan either... but Affleck was the bomb in "Phantoms".::Jay: Word, bitch, Phantoms like a motherfucker.
Jay: Affleck, you the *bomb* in Phantoms yo!
Chaka's Production Assistant: [after asked to get a new clean latte] Here's your coffee sir, booger-free.::Chaka Luther King: [slaps it out his hands] Get that shit the fuck out of here.
Oh, they call me the meat man
Ya oughta see me eat, m'am
Hear I'm the meat man, baby
Ya oughta see me eat, m'am
I got jaws like a bear trap
Teeth like a razor
Got a Maytag tongue
With a sensitive taste
A born in Texas
A land of beef
Never cared much for greens
Ya' oughta heard I like meat
I'm the meat man
Woo, oughta see me eat, now
Whoa, I'm the meat man, baby
Ya oughta see me eat, now
I been down to Macon, Georgia
I ate the furs off a Georgia peach
Plucked me a chicken in Memphis
Mama, I still got feathers in my teeth
Ate a pound of pork Huntsville, Alabama
From a fine Alabama hog
I went to Dallas, Texas
Got no love, my baby left me
Fed the bone to a Louisiana dog
Hear me talkin'
A meat man
Woo, meat man!
Yeah, I'm a meat man, baby
Ya oughta see me eat, m'am
'That's right!'
(instrumental & piano)
'Think about it, baby!'
Yea-ea-eah, it don't make me no difference
Just as long as it's good meat!
I ain't got no preference
If it's dog or rat, I eat
It don't a-have to be U.S. Governmental grade
With stamp a-no Grade 'A' seal
As long as it lean, it full-a protein
I'm gonna damn sho' get my fill
Oh well, they call me the
Meat, meat, meat, meat, meat
Meat, meat, meat, meat, man
Hey!
Meat man! Hoo!
(instrumental, guitar & piano)
Spoken announcer:
'Let's hear it, Jerry Lee lewis!
J.L.L. 'Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!'
Thank you very kindly, ladies and gentlemen.
It's been a great pleasure to be here in Worcester
Massachusetts. You're great folks. We look forward
to coming back real soon I guarantee you.
It's been a treat, really. I'd like to thank all the
guys
Ain't holding on to nothing, I've been trained to...
Take your favorite place, I get the plan, we gone
Roll up the marijuana right where my job is
Getting all this money got me living lawless
Popping hella bottles don't care what it costs
Started small time, now my diamond flawless
Fuck you talking bout bitch my new watch just changed the game
Rich and all my niggas ball and call me major pain
I just spent some racks on all this fabric
And my style it say she got it
Swear to god is just like magic, cause the store it didn't have it
My flow is supersonic, bitch I'm floating off that chronic
Champagne, I got lot of it, if it's new then I'm rocking it
Climbing all my money, standing on top of it
New chainz I got 2 of those, lot of haters we through with those
Get money and get more x 2
I... to smoking some og, used to burn about an ozzie
Sold weed that was '03
Now a nigga need 4 keyz, bare arms, no sleeves
My cappy short, no jeans
Shawn... motherfuck that codeine
I'm east side, so what, bitch niggas got no nuts
... we grown ups,... chrome tucked
And a bad bitch that I won't fuck
And if her head good, she might get her toes up
High socks I'm low cut, fat spliff I don't roll blunts
You shine while I glow chump...
Not a day that I'm sober, on the block and I'm posted
... we toastin'
Champagne, I got lot of it, if it's new then I'm rocking it
Climbing all my money, standing on top of it
New chainz I got 2 of those, lot of haters we through with those
He's old and cranky and he's got white hair
He yells at us in his underwear
He'll attach you like a crazed bear
But come on in, don't be scared
Mad man, he'll kick down the door
Mad man, he'll call you a whore
Mad man, he'll brand you a slut
Mad man, he'll kick your butt!
You pay the bills, I live in your place
I'll do what you say for my dwelling space
I'll do your dishes, I'll wash the floor
Just please don't kick down our jam room door
Mad man, he'll kick down the door
Mad man, he'll call you a whore
Mad man, he'll brand you a slut
Mad man, he'll kick your butt!
You hit my friends and cut down blacks
Proves again what your mind lacks
You back the klan
I've got to
Change my nazi dad
Change my nazi dad
"Mad Man"
by DRI
He's old and cranky and he's got white hair
He yells at us in his underwear
He'll attack you like a crazed bear
But come on in don't be scared
mad man He'll kick down the door
Mad man he'll call you a whore
Mad man he'll brand you a slut
Mad man he'll kick your butt!
You pay the bills, I live in your place
I'll do what you say for my dwelling place
I'll do your dishes I'll wash your floor
Just please don't kick down our jam room door
Mad man He'll kick down the door
Mad man he'll call you a whore
Mad man he'll brand you a slut
mad man he'll kick your butt!
You hit my friends and cut down blacks
Proves again what your mind lacks
You back the Klan
I've got to
Change my Nazi dad
Change my Nazi dad
[Intro: Little kids singing]
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
[Verse 1: Maino]
Yo, I'm from where, you might not make it to see 25
Get the wrong judge? You might see 25
It hurts here - hard to sleep through nights
Need a gun & a good set of eyes just to get through life (damn)
From where dudes stand around the corners & pump rocks
To make it off the street, all depends on your jumpshot (word)
The drugs, the fiends, the pimps, the hoes
& what you call the slums, I call home (I'm home)
The funerals, the tears, little girls with kids
The murals of the friends that we lost through the years (we miss you)
Kids can't learn 'cause school is overcrowded
But they got cells for 'em though they say it's overcrowded (it's crazy)
I can't lie, take a look around, it's hell here (it's hell here)
But somethin' keeps me grounded 'cause Lord I'm still here (I'm here)
The love I feel is hard to explain
I could live anywhere but nothing's the same as
[Chorus: Maino (little kids)]
(My hood) everything ain't peaches & cream in (my hood)
Even though it ain't much it's (my hood)
Take a look what you seen in (my hood)
'Cause I ain't gon' ever give up on (my hood)
Maybe I'm just too stuck in (my hood)
'Cause I ain't gon' turn my back on (my hood)
Come through, I get love from (my hood)
'Cause I'm gon' always come back to (my hood)
[Verse 2: Maino]
Where I seen my man die in front of me (Curtis!)
Seen my pops get high right in front of me
Cops said somebody said I had a gun on me
I guess that's why they keep me while I had the cuffs on me
Around here ain't no hope for each other
'Cause up the block somebody sold dope to my mother
Please tell me how we 'posed to recover
When them gunshots touch more people than them songs from Usher (yeah)
And it don't help seein' all my men get burried
We should've RIOT when them pigs killed Timothy Stansbury
Everybody's on parole or probation
Or on the run or just caught court cases
Hustlers & con artists & narc faces
On the same strip chickenheads is car chasin' (what up?)
Deep down, know it's a better place to be
But still, I can't seem to get myself to leave
[Chorus: Maino (little kids)]
[Verse 3: Maino]
You might just speak with a different slang
But 'round the world every hood is the same (the same)
The dice games, the projects, the cars, & the corner stores
The barber shops, weed spots, & the liquor stores (yeah)
Niggas bring them bikes out in the summer time (haha!)
The hood is a bitch but dawg, she's fun at times (uh huh)
Everybody plays ball or they tryna rhyme
My homie just came home for the hundredth time
At night time mami, get yo' kid (whoa)
'Cause when them shells start flyin', don't let 'em hit yo' kid
Petty thieves & stick-up kids, drug businesses
Sluts suck any dick they get (oh)
Young girls with men names tattooed on 'em
With all this AIDS & shit, can't go raw in 'em
Look dawg, my son is my life, when I'm done with my life
The only place that I'd rather die is
He's old and cranky and he's got white hair
He yells at us in his underwear
He'll attach you like a crazed bear
But come on in, don't be scared
Mad man, he'll kick down the door
Mad man, he'll call you a whore
Mad man, he'll brand you a slut
Mad man, he'll kick your butt!
You pay the bills, i live in your place
I'll do what you say for my dwelling space
I'll do your dishes, i'll wash the floor
Just please don't kick down our jam room door
Mad man, he'll kick down the door
Mad man, he'll call you a whore
Mad man, he'll brand you a slut
Mad man, he'll kick your butt!
You hit my friends and cut down blacks
Proves again what your mind lacks
You back the klan
I've got to
Change my nazi dad
Change my nazi dad
Mad man he operated, he opened up went in and seperated.
he mad a mess - tried to restore but it was all in vain.
That's what I get when the holding th knife answers to the name.
Mad mad mad.
Mad man he operated, and what I before used to have in mind has now evaporated.
Mad man woke me up and said he'd fixed the leak
but now I can't walk and I believe I stu..stu..stutter when I speak.
Mad mad mad.
I get the feeling that I've been cutdown - cutdown.
Yeah I get the feeling that I've been cutdown - cutdown.
In a sort of scientific way.
Mad man he operatedf, he opened up went in and seperated.
He made a mess - tried to restore but it was all in vain.
That's what I get when the one holding the knife answers to the name.....
Mad man he operated, he opened up went in and seperated.
he mad a mess - tried to restore but it was all in vain.
That's what I get when the holding th knife answers to the name.
Mad mad mad.
Mad man he operated, and what I before used to have in mind has now evaporated.
Mad man woke me up and said he'd fixed the leak
but now I can't walk and I believe I stu..stu..stutter when I speak.
Mad mad mad.
I get the feeling that I've been cutdown - cutdown.
Yeah I get the feeling that I've been cutdown - cutdown.
In a sort of scientific way.
Mad man he operatedf, he opened up went in and seperated.
He made a mess - tried to restore but it was all in vain.
In the world where we live from day to day
Lives a man who sees only one way
Stalking the night for a weak, yeah, that`s his prey
On the loose he`s dressed to kill, another victim, that`s his thrill
His eyes glow of violence and abomination
He`s watching you every more always ahead of the game
He knows where he can always find you
You`re just a number to this dangerous man
You can lie there bleeding while he`s laughing
Mad man, can it be he`s after you
Or is he more than a mad man comes for you
In a rage he`s on the loose
Step by step he crawls inside you and turns your insides out
As you allow him, he will overtake you
You have two ways to choose, but you`ve broken all the rules
And now you need someone to save you
You can put an end to his disastrous ways
Call up the lord and he will free you
Mad man, can it be he`s after you
Or is he more than a mad man comes for you
In a rage he`s on the loose
Deep inside you can find the answer and he can wipe your tears away
Your tears away
Receive him now don`t reject him, Oh, he`s god, oh don`t you dare ?
From there isn`t a holiday
You might not ever understand his frustration
Of watching you throwing your life away
Now you know you can be free, truly free
`Cause he is calling out to your name
Why don`t you see that he is the healer
Mad man, can it be he`s after you
Or is he more than a mad man comes for you
[Chorus x2: samples from "Knife Edge" by Emerson, Lake & Palmer]
"Just a step, cried the sad man"
"Take a look down at the madman"
"Only fear breaks the silence"
"Take a look down at the madman"
[Sean Price]
Take a good look, at a mad man
I got mad plans, I got mad stans
I used to rap, but I deaded the plan
With up town, cop hard, twenty seven, the gram
Yo, I ain't with that, this and the third
I'm only with fat dick in ya bird, you know me bitch
Slap shit out ya word, must look like a joke to ya
Pull out the knife and watch it poke through ya
Lightin' the dope, fuck pops, fighting my folks
Walk the street strapped, extra clip inside of my coat
I'm a motherfuckin' mad man, off the chain
Cranium crap, when gun clap, off with ya brain, bitch
[Chorus]
[Sean Price]
I'm all tight with it, you all right with it
You type nice but not, Sean Price with it
You got a ring in the rolly, but that ain't ice tinted
You coppin' pies, don't get mad when I slice in it
Cee'lo trip six bitch, throw some dice on it
Four chicken wings, throw some fried rice on it
Get a car, and I throw some two o's on it
Dick is hard, so I throw a few hoes on it
Yo, it's nothing you can tell me or say
You funny nigga, Bill Bellamy, gay, uh
Yo, I'm a mad man, off of the chain
Cranium crap, when gun clap, off with ya brain, bitch
[Chorus]
[Sean Price]
Aiyo, I need dollar, so I'm beefin' niggaz up
In the game, with a tat, like Rasheed Wallace
Lovin' rap since Afrika Bam'
But that ain't stoppin' me from clappin' ya fam
Wrapping crack in Saran, stackin' macs up in the van
I'm packing, what the fuck is the plan, yo
I'm a two face snake in the grass, call me a klepto
Who dick get hard from watch Money Love on Metro
I rock, Mecca, Polo, Iceberg, Fubu, but Ecko I rock
Better solo, fight, hurt, shoot you and jet yo
Get it, I said, I rock Mecca, Polo, Iceberg, Fubu, but Ecko I rock
Better solo, fight, hurt, shoot you and jet yo
I'm a demon of dread
I've got the twisted head
My mind does it spin
>From a creature within
Living my life
With this strange human flesh
I'll only start living
After my so called death
Mad man
Through my brain it is spread
Time and again it's been said
Demons, creatures
Listen to me
I don't wanna be
The same fucking freak
I'm filled with pain
They are trying to make me sane
I'm screaming with fear
But no one will hear
People talk
but who knows what they speak
Running in circles
Like a maniac freak
Demons, creatures
Listen to me
I wanna set free
I'll let go,
I'll fight for you until I drop
So get ready,
My love is steady
It won't slow
And it won't stop
Jay:
Maybe I'm a mad man
Maybe I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man
But you won't see a sad man
When you're looking at me
Tom:
They can call me crazy
But what good is a life behind the door,
And I've been living lately
When you're looking at me
All:
I'll let go,
I'll fight for you until I drop
So get ready,
My love is steady
It won't slow
And it won't stop
Nath:
It's like my nerves are set on fire
It's like a fuse growing in my brain
The sun is rising and we're not tired
We'll be dancing on for days
Jay:
Maybe I'm a mad man
Maybe I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man
But you won't see a sad man
When you're looking at me
And now feels so amazing
We're vibing on a higher atmosphere
And you can call me crazy
But it's so beautiful from here
All:
I'll let go,
I'll fight for you until I drop
So get ready,
My love is steady
It won't slow
And it won't stop
Nath:
It's like my nerves are set on fire
It's like a fuse blowing in my brain
The sun is rising and we're not tired
We'll be dancing on for days (x2)
Jay:
And now feels so amazing
We're vibing on a higher atmosphere
And you can call me crazy
It's a silent shriek without a soundHe's coming' soon
to your small town
He's searching for something he won't find
He's a mad, mad man with a mad, mad mind
Half a fifth of Jack Daniels
He wipes his nose and takes a pull
He ain't young he ain't old
He's a troubled man with a morbid soul
Oh, the mad man cometh
He don't answer to no one
He's no ones papa he's no ones son
He won't sleep till' they're dead
He's got a swazi on the top of his head
Down from the heavens from which he fell
A demon child sent straight from hell
Throws one more shot of bourbon back
He's a mean motherfucker; he's a man in black
Oh, the mad man cometh
Like the ravage of a holy flood
Three lay dead in a pool of blood
Above broken bodies madness stands
Blood on his beard and blood on his hands
Hides in the shadows of the still of the night
You won't see him coming no, no
Done the dead and flees the scene
Out of the corner of your eye you see the mad man
running
Oh, the mad man cometh
The pigs are on his heels
Guns are drawn he's in their sights
They think they've got their leads
But he's a friend of the night
They follow the trail of blood
Now they know they've got their mark
But the madman can't be found
Disappears into the dark
It's a silent shriek without a sound
Well he's coming soon to your small town
He's searching for something he won't find
He's a mad, mad man with a mad, mad mind
Like an animal out of his den
You better hide your money better hide your children
You can't keep your fear at bay
Cause the madman roams these streets today
Housed in the setting sun
The western world has won
Brought through the times of change
Voices no longer heard
If we stand not on the shoulders of giants
How will we ever see change?
The faithful man has had his last confession
We now live for the father of greed
A creation of loathing and spite
Mark my words
We will see darker times
The darkest times man has known
We chose to ignore the signs
Let the mad men free
The earth must take back
All that we have stolen
We will live through blood
The faithful man has had his last confession
We now live for the father of greed
A creation of loathing and spite
Mark my words
If we stand not on the shoulders of giants
How will we ever see change?
Let the mad men free
So that we can be
Sent into the sea
Let the mad men free
So that we can be
Sent into the sea
Let the mad men free
So that we can be
Sent into the sea
Let the mad men free
If we stand not on the shoulders of giants
Then how will we ever see change?
Let the mad men free
Let the mad men free
Housed in the setting sun
The western world has won
Brought through the times of change
Voices no longer heard
The faithful man has had his last confession
We now live for the father of greed
A creation of loathing and spite
Wake up in the mornin'
See me lyin' here
Started with a hungerin'
But I don't see no one near
Feelin' slightly reckless
Got to go unwind
Maybe I should go back home
And get some piece of mind
No one knows that I'm here
And that's alright with me
There's nothing for me to do
With people askin' who are you
Chorus:
Somethin's wrong with me tonight
I used to avoid all my fights
This time I thought I'd face my fears
I cannot hold back all the tears
I'm the bad man (Backup)
That's what they all say (Lead)
I'm a mad man (Backup)
They say stay away from me (Lead)
It don't matter (Backup)
There's nothing you can see (Lead)
No one there inside me
Just an empty soul
Feel like I'm never worthy
Inside me there's this huge hole
Everybody's lookin'
For what I used to be
Never seems like I could just
Start over with a new me
I'm just an angry shadow
No one respects me
Everything I've ever known
Helped me make it on my own
Chorus
Think I'll go away now
No one wants me there
I'll just walk until I die
Through places bright and fair
I'll be the great wand'rer
Move from place to place
The traveler inside me
Will appear upon my face
Chorus
Yeah they say I'm the bad man
Nobody wants me
They call me a mad man
But I'm sad man
Wake up in the mornin'
See me lyin' here
Started with a hungerin'
But I don't see no one near
There’s a point when a man breaks down
I am the victim in a haunted town
My hand is shaking, the ring is gone
A voice is singing a children song
I am dead but I` m breathing
I’ve got a pulse but I´ m far away from life
My heart is black, my soul is dry
I cut my selves but I don’t know why
You keep smiling
Why you’re eyes shining like the devils warning
You keep smiling
I close your eyes
close your eyes...
Someone is watching my elbow
Somebody’s sniffing my knee
The shirt is bloody, but the wound is hidden
My mind is trying to see.
You keep smiling
Why you’re eyes shining like the devils warning
You keep smiling
I close your eyes
close your eyes...
I sit on this wheel of fortune
But I’ve run out of luck!
My tears are flowing, the end is near
This is the moment that you ought to fear
You keep smiling
Why you’re eyes shining like the devils warning
You keep smiling
I close your eyes
So farewell to the King, farewell to the throne
These are the strangest times I've ever known
He claims his resignation as power of choice
I can hear the death in his voice
So down the rabbit hole we sink into this dream
Is there nothing in this world that is as it seems?
With a looking glass that only can reflect the past
This image of freedom will never last
Come all you mad men
Join in the sound till they put us underground
Buried deep, buried deep where the dead men sleep
With bellows and screams, we'll all sing
So loud we drown them out
Left in the hands of the cruelty of fate
On a chess board that's never known checkmate
Annihilation's knocking at my front door
The scales had to make sure to even the score
Come all you mad men
Join in the sound till they put us underground
Buried deep, buried deep where the dead men sleep
With bellows and screams, we'll all sing
So loud we drown them out
A detailed dissertation of what kills and destroys
How much of what we say just turns to white noise
Regardless I'll declare all remarks and jeers
If only to fall on deaf ears
Come all you mad men
Join in the sound till they put us underground
Buried deep, buried deep where the dead men sleep
With bellows and screams, we'll all sing
Come all you mad men
Join in the sound till they put us underground
Buried deep, buried deep where the dead men sleep
With bellows and screams, we'll all sing
So loud we drown them out