Have you ever had a feeling there is something sick in what is called ordinary?
Have you ever had a feeling there is something wrong in what is called right and legal?
We roll on drugs if it's not *, it's coffee in the morning, beer after work
You cannot sleep, you're panicking, you lost your happiness and hope but here's the thing
Everyone's mad, everyone's mad
Everyone's mad, everyone's mad

Everyone's mad, everyone's mad
Everyone's mad, everyone's mad
We sold that bullet to anymore
Bright screen, the light of truth is there
We're blasting down on our knees
If it tells you your enemy's your neighbor
There you are, ready to *** the gun and kill
It tells you plastic food is good
You're having it for dinner, give it to your childhood
What are we doing with our brains?
Are they still inside our heads?
Are they screwed on right?
Everyone's mad, everyone's mad
Everyone's mad
Everyone's mad, everyone's mad
Everyone's mad
Everyone's mad
Everyone's mad
Everyone's mad
Everyone's mad
Everyone's mad
Everyone's mad
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