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