The Crazies

Here in my room, where the paint dries like your face

I'm still confusing love with need

Tonight at 10, I'll cry for a while

They'll get me for sure, it's just a question of time

We're the crazies

We're the crazies

We're the crazies

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

We're the crazies

We're the crazies

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 you right?

The simple solution is to end it all

We're the crazies

We're the crazies

We're the crazies

We're the crazies