All around are familiar faces Worn out places worn out places Rising early for the daily races Going nowhere going nowhere The children filling up their classes 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 dying Are the best dreams that I’ve had I find it hard to tell you I find it hard to take When people run in circles it’s a very, very mad world. Mad world
Children waiting of the day they feel good Happy birthday happy birthday And I feel the way every child should Sit and listen sit and listen I went to school and I was very nervous No one knew me no one knew me Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson Look right through me look right through me
And I find it kind of funny I find if kind of say The dreams in which I’m dying Are the best dreams that I’ve had I find it hard to tell you I find it hard to take When people run in circles it’s a very, very mad world.