Lowkey, Curt Smith - Mad World lyrics

All around me are familiar faces
Warn out places, warn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere doc Brown

It's a disgrace
This place is like a whore house
The crooked systems
The pimp that got us workin' 'til we worn out
Storm clouds so it's dark when I wake up
Same street, same run for the same bus
Same tramp with his change cup
But many pennies and tens and twenty's
Ain't gonna change his day up
This train sucks blud, you look familiar
Why do I know them tired
Eyes from somewhere in particular
Wait, nah, it was yesterday
You shoved me in the chest just to
Race to the top of the escalat-or
We rats comin' back for more
Happy to carry the wait 'til
Our backs are sore
Trapped in the system of capitalism
That got us thinkin' that we have to take
Shit job just to get a quick buck
Why not live the life that you want?
When your dreams too big to fit
Further in that Burger King uniform
Forgot what humanity showed us
Now we walk around like robots
'til we go nuts what's strange is we all
Creative 'til age six
Then we start hearin' the same shit
From police, parents, teachers, television
Take the first steps towards a mental prison
Then at the end of ya life you like, "Rass
I was doin' time but I
Weren't even behind bars"
Know what blud, it's a very, very

Mad world
Maintain, feel the weight on my brain
Mad world it's still the same
My brains achin' with pain mad world
This ain't life it, just doesn't feel right
Mad world
My dreams ain't nice, can't sleep at night
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher, tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

From the time I was a toddler, tiny and small
I grew into a little
Monster in primary school
Just another name on the list at registration
The teacher never listens so
I lived in desperation
By Year 6, I was sick of education
Not to mention wantin' attention but
I'd sit in hesitation
Scared to ask teachers questions
'cause I was quick to test their patience
Soon as I reached secondary
Different heads were hatin'
To teachers I was already dead and buried
A product of the street's devastation
Aggy and fassies and fools
And carryin' tools
Why? It's a weak explanation
But I was never happy in school
Suffered from sleep deprivation
Teachers knew my type, they saw it in me
Never used eyesight
Most pretend they're blind when the older
Youths and new guys fight
Got sent around to the deputy head
When the fat kid a grass
Went back to sit in class and dreamt
About leavin' all my enemies dead
Many tears where eventually shed
Up 'til now I didn't know
What my memories meant
Many messed with me then
All the fights left my energy spent
Teachers need to fix up
This message is for everyone
But especially them
Intelligent kids don't grow unless they
Mentally fed in this

Mad world
Life is cruel blood, I'm tired of school
Mad world
Your mind's a tool, don't play by the rules
Mad world that's the truth
I've been trapped since youth mad world
My heart's bruised but I still won't lose
Mad world

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