All the Madmen - David Bowie

Day after day

They send my friends away

To mansions cold and grey

To the far side of town

Where the thin men stalk the streets

While the sane stay underground

Day after day

They tell me I can go They tell me I can blow

To the far side of town

Where it’s pointless to be high

'Cause it’s such a long way down

So I tell them that

I can fly, I will scream, I will break my arm

I will do me harm

Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall

I’m not quite right at all… am I?

Don’t set me free, I’m as heavy as can be Just my librium and me And my E.S.T.

makes three

'Cause I’d rather stay here

With all the madmen

Than perish with the sadmen roaming free

And I’d rather play here

With all the madmen

For I’m quite content they’re all as sane

As me

(Where can the horizon lie

When a nation hides

Its organic minds

In a cellar… dark and grim

They must be very dim)

Day after day

They take some brain away

Then turn my face around

To the far side of town

And tell me that it’s real

Then ask me how I feel

Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall

I’m not quite right at all

Don’t set me free, I’m as helpless as can be My libido’s split on me Gimme some good 'ole lobotomy

'Cause I’d rather stay here

With all the madmen

Than perish with the sadmen

Roaming free

And I’d rather play here

With all the madmen

For I’m quite content

They’re all as sane as me Zane, Zane, Zane

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