All The Madmen - David Bowie, Tony Visconti

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

Because 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 sad men 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

Because 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, Ouvre le Chien

Zane, Zane, Zane, Ouvre le Chien