Here in this town they have all got the blues   as the paper boy takes off without any news   angels have wings you can feel free to use   the corner store drugs you can freely abuse      And I'm yelling and screaming 'cause   baby you're driving me crazy      So life on your own can be vacant and cold   everyone's getting somewhere and you're getting old   career opportunities   they all have been sold   along with your body and most of your soul      And I'm yelling and screaming 'cause   baby you're driving me crazy   If I could spare more remorse from my emptied out pores   I would maybe   'Cause the fog's getting thicker, the world's spinning fast   the chaos is building, it's going to last   and it's so hard to see, and you're so hard to find   there's days when I think I am losing my mind      So keep painting pictures of beautiful scenes   striking the canvas with deep blues and greens   the realists are frowning, they think you're obscene   as you work overtime to make sure they can dream      And I'm yelling and screaming 'cause   baby you're driving me crazy   If I could spare more remorse from my emptied out pores   I would maybe   'Cause the fog's getting thicker, the world's spinning fast   the chaos is building, it's going to last   and it's so hard to see, and you're so hard to find   there's days when I think I am losing my mind      And we yell and we scream   as the fog's getting thicker, the world's spinning fast   the chaos is building, it's going to last   and it's so hard to see, and you're so hard to find   there's days when I think I am losing my mind      and the fog's getting thicker, the world's spinning fast   the chaos is building, it's going to last   and it's so hard to see, and you're so hard to find   there's days when I think I am losing my mind