"It’s a mad house. A mad house."


If I could sit and watch the world,
From high above the noisy streets,
The madness that controls our lives,
would culture underneath my feet.

We nestle in our nice straight jackets,
We down our juice and happy pills,
But nothing ever in this world,
could heal all of our species’ ills.

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