Mad, mad, the world is mad
And I am part of it.
Wild man screams in the moonlight.
Sad monk chants in his madness,
"Mad, mad, the world is mad
And I am part of it."
The people are blind.
Man just thinks he's divine.
All joy becomes sublime
When all that's left is time.
Wild man screams in the moonlight.
Sad monk chants in his madness,
"Mad, mad, the world is mad
And I am part of it."
Steve R. Morris
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