All alone in crowded place Everyone on their way Going nowhere, ah ah Lawyers, beggars And busy businessmen All worshiping Some kind of Chinese paper, ah ah Can’t cut my ears off Can’t pull my eyes out To fit right in, ah ah The more you think and calculate The more confusion There is to be left, ah ah The further we go The more we forget What it was all about In the rise, ah ah It sometimes annoys to be sane In this insane world We eat and sleep and reproduce But maybe I will be just fine And I, I, I Will be just fine