The Crazies - Gary Numan, Tubeway Army

Here in my room

Where the paint dries like your face

I’m still confusing love with need

Tonight at 10

I’ll cry for a while

They’ll get me for sure

It’s just a question of time

We’re the crazies

Some things I do

I feel so ashamed

But I have run of points of view

The man is a thinker

Who thought that he died

Just sits in the corner

Looking somewhat surprised

We’re the crazies

I only exterminate

In my spare time

I fight the machine for the passers by

I know I’m wrong

But what makes you right

The simple solution is to end it all

We’re the crazies