Wow, isn't the music strange
It's over-arranged
But so untogether
Guess that's the way it flows
You powder your nose
And paste on your glitter
Crazy
These are crazy times
But I just don't understand
Crazy
Crazy times make a crazy man
God, I hate to cuss, but damn
The cities are crammed
And we call it progress
Life is a freaker's bag
We're numbered and tagged
And lost in the process
Crazy
These are crazy, crazy times
But I just don't understand
Crazy
Crazy times make a crazy man
Crazy
These are crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy times
But I just don't understand
Crazy
Crazy times make a crazy man
Crazy
But I just don't understand
Crazy
Crazy times make a crazy man