Martha has a madman Standing hidden in the shadows He's got a long curved Turkish dagger With a bejewelled handle
He's tellin her the world is full of freaks and geeks and simples and he's Hiding like a leprechaun under stones and in the ripples In the pool of time she thought she knew it but someone threw a stone into It Which breaks up the surface and it's makin' her nervous and it's true What can she do, yes it's true What can she do Martha yes I guess you'll have to wait around another thousand years
Martha's gettin' nervous as she wanders Through his valley Where the shadows always frightening And the whispers tell her stories
