1980  Scrubber / Baptiste / Banks

I don't want your plastic world
Do you think everyone is fooled ?
With your cheap entertainment
I don't want no weekly payments

Mad, I'm mad, mad, mad

I don't want synthetic love
I don't need no push and shove
To make something of my life
To grow old, to hate my wife

Mad, I'm mad, mad, mad

They label me a dangerous madman
They label me, I have to have one
It's all theirs, nothing's mine
They label each one in a line


I'm mad, mad, mad, mad
They say I'm unstable
They must give me a label
I'm mad, mad, mad, mad


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