This can't be happening
Shipwrecked and desperate
Feels like it's out of our hands
Feel panic creeping in
Fear and adrenaline
This wasn't part of the plan
This can't be happening
Held captive by the wind
A million miles from anywhere
We try to pass the time
Occupy our minds
Study science from an easy chair
This angry wind is blowin'
Cuts just like a rusty blade
We've got no way of knowin'
How much more we can take
We walked on Madhouse Promenade
This can't be happening
Won't make it home again
We've got no chance of escape
We're off the map again
Looks like we've reached the end
This be our final resting place
This angry wind is blowin'
Cuts just like a rusty blade
We've got no way of knowin'
How much more we can take
We walked on Madhouse Promenade
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Oh, we walked on Madhouse Promenade
(Woah)
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