Day after day
They send my friends away
To mansions cold and grey
To the far side of town
Where the thin men stalk the streets
While the sane stay underground
Day after day
They tell me I can go
They tell me I can blow
To the far side of town
Where its pointless to be high
Cause its such a long way down
So I tell them that
I can fly, I will scream, I will break my arm
I will do me harm
Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall
Im not quite right at all...am I?
Dont set me free, Im as heavy as can be
Just my librium and me
And my E.S.T. makes three
Cause Id rather stay here
With all the madmen
Than perish with the sadmen roaming free
And Id rather play here
With all the madmen
For Im quite content theyre all as sane as me
(Where can the horizon lie
When a nation hides
Its organic minds in a cellar...dark and grim
They must be very dim)
Day after day
They take some brain away
Then turn my face around
To the far side of town
And tell me that its real
Then ask me how I feel
Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall
Im not quite right at all
Dont set me free, Im as helpless as can be
My libidos split on me
Gimme some good ole lobotomy
Cause Id rather stay here
With all the madmen
Than perish with the sadmen
Roaming free And Id rather play here
With all the madmen
For Im quite content
Theyre all as sane as me
Zane, Zane, Zane Ouvre le Chien
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