Lyrics

Mental

Chasing the last train out of Paris
And all the rats are looking at us
Don’t like the subway or the darkness
Just get me back to my home town

What’s wrong with this world?
Everyone is fucking mental!
What’s wrong with this world?
Everyone is fucking mental!

Back in London underground
I see this girl without her clothes
I think the next stop is Westminster
I think she’s greeting politicians

What’s wrong with this world?
Everyone is fucking mental!
What’s wrong with this world?
Everyone is fucking mental!
Everyone is fucking mental!

Let’s go fucking mental
Let’s go fucking mental
Let’s go fucking mental
Let’s go fucking mental

What’s wrong with this world?
Everyone is fucking mental!
What’s wrong with this world?
Everyone is fucking mental!
Everyone is fucking mental!
Everybody’s fucking mental!
Everybody’s fucking mental!

I feel like I'm Schrödinger's cat
Everything happens when I'm observed
The universe it comes to life
And the world it starts to turn
The clocks will tick, and sometimes tock
But it's out of time with my heartbeat
My rhythm is faster, and irregular
Sometimes it stops me breathing
The minutes are slowing down
While the days are speed up
I'm falling off the face of the earth
And I just about keep up
Poets and Philosophers they say the same
It's not as simple as it seems
Mathematicians they'll agree
It's impossible to believe
That if there was no time
Then I'd have no age
And then maybe I could just exist
Without laws and without rules
And I'd like to meet to prick
Who split the months into weeks
And the weeks into days
8 hours work, 8 hours sleep,
And 8 hours of fucking RAGE!!