All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for their daily races Goin' nowhere, goin' nowhere Their tears are fillin' up their glasses No expression, no expression Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dyin' Are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you 'Cause I find it hard to take When people run in circles It's a very, very Mad world, mad world Mad world, mad world