Lounge – Mad Ones Lyrics

Woke up, it was Monday
But the clouds made it look like Sunday
From the balcony you could see the show
Bloodied hands filled with ancient woes
Like an avalanche, the future made a mess
Tried to gasp but was out of breath
Plant a bomb in the garden
Dig it up when it's time to harvest

We can shoot the breeze living our knees cause
We're the mad ones
We're the bad ones
We're the sad ones
We're the only ones

Line them up at the checkered flag
Say it's fair as they stop to laugh
No seatbelt, we're heading for a wall
Divine hands have been withdrawn
Mr. Do-Good, he's now a tragedy
Couldn't swim in a lake of paraody
Ask for silence from the children
Out of work but collecting billions

We can shoot the breeze living our knees cause
We're the mad ones
We're the bad ones
We're the sad ones
We're the only ones