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 E.S.T. makes three
    'Cause 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
    (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
    'Cause 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 [rpt]