Paroles de Crazy

Wow, isn't the music strange? It's over-arranged But so untogether Guess that's the way it goes You powder your nose And paste on your glitter Crazy These are crazy times But I just don't understand Crazy Crazy times make a crazy man God, I hate to cuss, but damn The cities are crammed And we call it progress Life is a freaker's bag We're numbered and tagged And lost in the process Crazy These are crazy Crazy times But I just don't understand Crazy Crazy times make a crazy man Crazy These are crazy, crazy, crazy Crazy times But I just don't understand Crazy Crazy times make a crazy man Crazy Oh, I just don't understand, no Crazy Crazy times make a crazy man, ooo