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I know this game too well

i have tickets to sell

You thin kit's for pleasure, but it's hot in Hell

Fortune and fame don't come easy

it's true, I can tell

The most of my soul was for sale

To the angel that fell

Now as the moon is rising

I have my self to blame

There's no light in the eastern sky

Cold winds are whispering my name

Calling through the dead of night

From somewhere in the blue

Theatrical madness is coming to town

Theatrical madness

The ghost of the past will make it well cast

It's gonna get you, it's gonna get you

You gonna learn this play well

Some magic and a spell

Then find you a buyer of souls and sell

Cause fortune and fame don't come easy, I can tell

The most of my music derives its origin from hell

Run, get away, try to hide or escape

No use, it finds you

(oooh, help us)

It's gonna find you all

It's gonna find you all

Find you all - all of you

Theatrical madness - drives me all insane

Theatrical madness - it runs in my veins

Theatrical madness

Theatrical madness - the magic it brings

Will save you from pain and make you sing

Theatrical madness

The ghost of the past will make it well cast

It's gonna get you, it's gonna get you