They had altered insanity
Altered in vain
They had altered their names
They had altered their brains
Now empty and hollow
They could nothing but follow
The leader of the pack
Yet another maniac

The loonies were let loose across the land
They lived their crazy lives,
but they failed to understand
That they were naught but empty shells
Dangling from the bells
And crazy laughter rang in every town
As the loonie king put on his plastic crown

And every single word kind of lost it´s common sense
The king saw the world through a panorama lens
He had exaggerated vision
And begun a competition
And the enemy was his very own conscience

In the end he tumbled down,
And alas, he lost his crown,
And he failed to understand
That it was he who was the clown
He painted himself with a big fake smile
And stabbed his chest with the brush
every once in a while.

Now, the king has been laid in a ball and a chain.
He is locked in an asylum, utterly insane
The other loonies locked him up,
And they are crazy enough
To invite for lunch and start cooking his brain.