Crazy

Would you believe it if I said
That democracy's dead
Power's slipping quickly from our hands
Treating us all like fools
They line their pockets as they drool
They're getting fat on middle age
Trying to keep us under paid

Uptight, all night
Such a long time
going crazy, crazy

It's like waking from a dream
All's not what it seems
We close our eyes but nothing goes away
If we're good we're tossed a bone
As they polish up their thrones
Keeping us busy all the time
With things that play on our minds, so we're

Uptight, all night
Such a long time
going crazy, crazy

Would you belive it
Would you believe it
If I said
That we're going
Crazy
Crazy
Crazy
Crazy

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