All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces. Bright and early for their daily races, going nowhere, going nowhere. Their tears are filling up their glasses, no expression, no expression. Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow no tomorrow, no tomorrow. And I find it kinda funny, find it kida sad, the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had, I find t hard to tell you cuz I find it hard to take, when people run in circles it's a very very         Mad wold, mad world.