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