i could hold you forever...

bad dreams and fears...


easy to see you've been crying.

catastrophe reigns, but who really profits from the dying?

fist begets the spear

weapons of war, symptoms of madness.

mad world...

daily races...


going no where, going no where.

drown my sorrow,

no tomorrow, no tomorrow.

i find it hard to take,

when people run in circles...

mad world, mad world.

sweet sweet jane...

he's a banker.


she's a clerk.

both saved their monies...

villians always blink their eyes.

march of the wooden soldiers,

all you protest kids.