All around me are familiar facesWorn out places, worn out facesBright and early for their daily racesGoing nowhere, going nowhereTheir tears are filling up their glassesNo expression, no expressionHide my head, I wanna drown my sorrowNo tomorrow, no tomorrowNo tomorrow, no tomorrowI find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sadThe dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever hadFind it hard to tell you, I find it hard to takeWhen people run in circles, it's a very, veryMad worldMad worldChildren waiting for the day they feel goodHappy birthday, happy birthdayAnd I feel the way that every child shouldSit and listen, sit and listenWent to school and I was very nervousNo one knew me, no one knew meHello teacher, tell me what's my lessonLook right through me, look right through meAnd I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sadThe dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever hadFind it hard to tell you, I find it kind of sadFind it hard to tell you, I find it hard to takeWhen people run in circles, it's a very, veryMad worldMad worldMad worldMad worldMad world