Madness!

Well they're spying on me from the tape recorders

All the people say I'm out of order

I've been sent to Earth from outer space

As a warning to the human race

Well the dogs are howling at the moon

And an orchestra is out of tune

I've got a blue guitar

And I'm driving in my car to Abyssinia

Cos life over there is better by far

From Philadelphia to Jamaica

I'm sick to the death of the way things are

I'm over the abyss, can't take much more of this

Don't want to kill myself you see there's too much risk

The pills don't work, the gun might miss

They say schizophrenia's a fine madness

And I'm sad to say I'm on my way

I won't be back for many a day

Well the bank is stealing all my cash

I know that flight 13 is going to crash

I know that people don't like me

I know that's because I call thin thin, I call fat fat

Well I know the messiah's coming down

I had to leave my little girl in Kingston town

So tell me how far to Abyssinia

The second on the left after Jamaica

I'm driving in my car, running way far

From things as they are... schizophrenia!

There are forces out to destroy me

And I know you think I'm paranoid

Because I say there's a big conspiracy

It's a self-fulfilling prophecy

I've got a blue guitar

Wishing 'pon a star

Wishing 'pon a star

Sitting in a bar with a broken heart

What do you call it when your life falls apart?

Schizophrenia, schizophrenia

Carry me away to Abyssinia

We'll play a little song of the way things are

For things are changed upon a blue guitar

Things are changed upon a synthesiser

All the ladies in the house go 'Lah dee dah'

Listen to the man with the blue guitar

Shake up your bosom take it out of your bra

Fruits in the pockets of a cornucopia

Schizophrenia, schizophrenia

I've got a broken heart and my head's in a mess

And the train is at the station and the steam begin to hiss

Take me anywhere away from all this!

Toss the caber, do the highland fling

Your daddy's gonna buy you a diamond ring

He's got a battering ram, a battering ram

And he's got a little problem with who I am

From Jamaica to Philadelphia

Lee Scratch Perry to Frank Sinatra

Somewhere over the rainbow: madness!