The world is mental
its starting to be official
first in the tabloids
and its seeping into all of you.
Subtle Loud Subtle Loud Subtle Loud
a simple history of the crazy cloud
Wheres the ground? Wheres the ground?
Reality alters as stability’s drowned.
What is right? What is wrong?
I ask quietly as the Vicar offers his bong
Do I question? Do I doubt?
As my friend the sex worker laughs all along.
This doubt of my morality
My faith and my security
My beliefs, my solidarity
Is now looked at as the insanity.
I think am I the nutter
To protect my safety
To pursue world healing
In my own potted community
and as I scream, cried and wondered
Fearing for society’s future
They drank, laughed and pranced
with no care in their dance.
Are they thick? Are they evil? Are they Mental?
Are they free? Are they Seeking? Am I just judgemental?
They carry on with no care,
As I wallow sleepless in fear.
Has the world always been this way
I guess history tells you the same
Two heads off ! Two divorced!
Craziness was still to blame
So Eastenders life is here to stay
Phil and Grant will plague my days
and we hope for no more omnibus sundays
for a week anyway as I’m off on my holidays.