I speak about Paris

  All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tommorow, no tommorow

  And I find it kind of funny
  I find it kind of sad
  The dreams in which I'm dying
  Are the best I've ever had
  I find it hard to tell you
  'Cos I find it hard to take
  When people run in circles
  It's a very, very

  Mad world, mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

  And I find it kind of funny
  I find it kind of sad
  The dreams in which I'm dying
  Are the best I've ever had
  I find it hard to tell you
  'Cos I find it hard to take
  When people run in circles
  It's a very, very

  Mad world, mad world