All alone in a crowded place Everyone on their way Going nowhere Ah-ah, ah-ah Lawyers, beggars and busy businessmen All worshipping some kind of coloured Chinese paper Ah-ah, ah-ah Can cut my ears off Can pull my eyes out To fit right in Ah-ah, ah-ah The more you think and calculate The more confusion there is to be left Ah-ah, ah-ah The futher we go, the more we forget What it was all about in the rise Ah-ah, 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 will be just fine