Perfectly Mad

Mrs Green talks to pigeons on the corner

Says they listen better than her son

Postman’s late again, blames the weather

While the sirens sing their morning song

Man in a suit’s shouting at a lamppost

Kids are dancing round a broken sign

Everyone’s acting like it’s normal

But nothing here is feeling fine

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They say “keep calm, carry on”

Like we don’t see what’s going wrong

We just laugh it off, play along

Tap our feet to the end-of-days song

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We’re perfectly mad and we love it that way

Dancing through the wreckage of another dull day

Call it insane, call it sad

But we’re perfectly—perfectly mad

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Man on the telly says “don’t panic”

While the picture’s fading out

Neighbours arguing over nothing

Still politely screaming loud

Phones are ringing, nobody answers

Everyone’s talking but nobody hears

So we raise a glass to the madness

And toast to our collective fears

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They draw lines and make new rules

Say we’re clever, say we’re fools

But if this is how it’s meant to be

Then madness looks good on you and me

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We’re perfectly mad and we love it that way

Laughing at the chaos like it’s cabaret

Call it insane, call it sad

But we’re perfectly—perfectly mad

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Clap your hands, lose your head

Say it loud, say it dead

If this world’s lost control

Then madness is rock ’n’ roll

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We’re perfectly mad and we love it that way

Singing hallelujah to a crooked parade

Call it insane, call it sad

But we’re perfectly—perfectly mad

Perfectly mad!

Perfectly mad!