| In the morning your try to recover |
| But you still got the red in your eyes |
| Then you get up and look at the mirror |
| And you see the beast arise |
| Got a big red nose from the overdose |
| And somebody else’s eyes |
| And you think to thee is it really me |
| And you have to realize |
| The prize that you pay for a moment like this |
| Is never for high 'cause you still doing it |
| Don’t you know that we all stand in line |
| Our future dreams are just a waste of time |
| Our future -is a madhouse and we all are movin' in |
| Cause the world — needs some action and there nothing left to gain |
| Take your baggy, things are ready |
| You only need to come |
| Join this century’s schizoid clan |
| The rooms are primed and done |
| The price that you pay for a moment like this |
| Is never too high cause it perfectly fits |
| Don’t you that we are wasting time |
| Insanity is just a state of mind |
| Our future -is a madhouse and we all are movin' in |
| Cause the world — needs some action and there nothing left to gain |
| Our world — is a madhouse, in the gutter, come on in |
| Our world — needs some action satisfaction 'til the end |
| Our world — we need sex and crime to supply our minds an amazing time |
| Come on in |
| Our future — and we party on 'til our life is done |
| Just to waste our time — 'til the end |