Vārdi: David Bowie. The Man Who Sold the World. All The Madmen.

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
'Cause 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 EST 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?
It's 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
Give me some good 'ole lobotomy

'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

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Ouvre le Chien
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(Ah, ah, ah)
Ouvre le Chien
Zane, Zane, Zane
(Ah, ah, ah)
Ouvre le Chien

Zane, Zane, Zane
(Ah, ah, ah)
Ouvre le Chien
Zane, Zane, Zane
(Ah, ah, ah)
Ouvre le Chien

Zane, Zane, Zane
(Ah, ah, ah)
Ouvre le Chien
Zane, Zane, Zane
(Ah, ah, ah)
Ouvre le Chien