All alone in crowded place
Everyone on their way
Going nowhere, ah ah
Lawyers, beggars
And busy businessmen
All worshiping
Some kind of Chinese paper, ah ah
Can’t cut my ears off
Can’t pull my eyes out
To fit right in, ah ah
The more you think and calculate
The more confusion
There is to be left, ah ah
The further we go
The more we forget
What it was all about
In the rise, ah ah
It sometimes annoys to be sane
In this insane world
We eat and sleep and reproduce
But maybe I will be just fine
And I, I, I
Will be just fine
