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Madmen I

🎵 Madmen I 🎵 by LuLu & the Sandboxes *** I fly higher, to see the world as a whole. Remembering years ago, the first third had built a wall The second looked at it trying to see over the wall The third dreams of walls around him, just to put a roof on them. (that's all). Meanwhile, the madmen kill their children. And I didn't even think to ask myself why ? (I'll try to ponder it, then.) Why why why why why But I know the rest of the story. The first third broke down his wall, Had they known, would they act this way? The second third looks at the horizon, democracy wins, profits shall fly away. The third still dreams of walls around him, Just to put a roof on them. (Just to put a roof on them.) When the crows turn white Meanwhile, some madmen kill their children, And I didn't even think to ask myself why. (I'll try to ponder it, then.) Decades have passed, Google Earth shows me the world for free. No more thirds, the count explodes, Forget one, two, three. Walls are smaller but more patriotic-friendly. Profits are clouds, far above even our minds. (We're so happy) Others dream again and again of walls, To put a roof on them. Your dreams are just your lies, If they don't become your reality. (If they don't become your reality.) Meanwhile, Some madmen kill their children. And I didn't even think to ask myself why ? (I'll try to ponder it, then.) Democracy gave me walls and a roof. A table with a big TV on. Hey ! Look at my car, I have pictures on my phone. Profits sprinkle fine glitter to make ends meet. My weekend shall atone. While I huddle within my walls, Madmen kill children, Without shame, without shame. And the children's shadows weep and cry, (They all need to know why.) WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY, All this Fucking pain ? Fucking pain What more can I do ? Nothing more. Don't ask me why anymore. Please leave my door. The answer must be on the upper floors. (The answer must be on the upper floors) The children's shadows weep and cry, (They all need to know why.) WHY, WHY, WHY, All this Fucking pain ? Fucking pain Fucking shame Fucking shame Fucking pain Fucking pain Fucking shame Fucking shame I have walls and a roof. (A table with a big TV on.) Hey, look at my car, Hey, look at my car, I have pictures on my phone. Profits sprinkle fine glitter to make ends meet, My weekend shall atone. Children's shadows weep and cry, WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY All this Fucking pain ? Fucking pain Fucking pain Fucking pain Why all this Fucking pain ? Don't ask me why anymore, The answer must be on the upper floors. The answer must be on the upper floors. The answer must be on the upper floors.