crazy doesn’t always end well.
crazy doesn’t resolve “NORMAL”.
being happy and crazy makes me immune
to the things that might irk you
that call out your tune
my band keeps on marching
one beat after the next
while the kids in the grandstand
look onwards perplexed
your normal is boring — it’s hurting my brain
I’d rather be crazy than bored to be sane!
what I’ve got is just crazy,
in all shades and hues
When my shelves look depleted I’ll make more for you
I don’t sell a little — and I don’t sell a lot
I don’t have to sell any to keep what I’ve got
For some the real fun is the turn of the trade
to exchange into money those things that they’ve made
Me? I hate money! No hint of a lie;
what good is some money/more money/ANY money to a wild crazy guy?
Just give me my free time
and a setting that’s plain
in two or three hours I’ll drive it insane!
rebuild all that’s been built
and break what was whole
throw all the pieces down the fabulous hole
hammers and fountain pens, tin-snips and zip-ties
duct tape and mannequins with crazy-glued eyes
persistently staring with looks of surprise
some glass may be broken
some blood may be shed
but I know just the one thing when I go to bed
if my dreams are so splendid when the lights are all shut
Then I’ll wake up tomorrow and act like a nut!