The Crazies
Here in my room
Where the paint dries like your face
I'm still confusing love with need
Tonight at ten
I'll cry for a while
They'll get me for sure
It's just a question of time
We're the crazies
Some things I do
I feel so ashamed
But I have run out
Of points of view
The man is a thinker
Who thought that he died
Just sits in the corner
Looking somewhat surprised
We're the crazies
I only exterminate
In my spare time
I fight the machine
For the passers by
I know I'm wrong
But what makes me right
The simple solution
Is to end it all
We're the crazies
(P) 1979 Beggars Banquet
From Mini Album : Numan/Tubeway Army Vol 2 (1985)