All

a-

round

me

are

fa-

mi-

liar

fa-

ces

Worn

out

pla-

ces,

worn

out

fa-

ces

Bright

and

ear-

ly

for

the

dai-

ly

ra-

ces

Go-

ing

no-

where,

go-

ing

no-

where

Their

tears

are

fil-

ling

up

their

glas-

ses

No

ex-

pres-

sion,

no

ex-

pres-

sion

Hide

my

head

I

want

to

drown

my

sor-

row

No

to-

mor-

row,

no

to-

mor-

row

And

I

find

it

kind

of

fun-

ny,

I

find

it

kind

of

sad

The

dreams

in

which

I'm

dy-

ing

are

the

best

I've

e-

ver

had

I

find

it

hard

to

tell

you,

I

find

it

hard

to

take

When

peop-

le

run

in

circ-

les,

it's

a

ve-

ry

ve-

ry

Mad

world

Mad

world

Child-

ren

wai-

ting

for

the

day

they

feel

good

Hap-

py

birth-

day,

hap-

py

birth-

day

Made

to

feel

the

way

that

eve-

ry

child

should

Sit

and

lis-

ten,

sit

and

lis-

ten

Went

to

school

and

I

was

ve-

ry

ner-

vous

No

one

knew

me,

no

one

knew

me

Hel-

lo

tea-

cher

tell

me

what's

my

les-

son

Look

right

through

me,

look

right

through

me

And

I

find

it

kind

of

fun-

ny,

I

find

it

kind

of

sad

The

dreams

in

which

I'm

dy-

ing

are

the

best

I've

e-

ver

had

I

find

it

hard

to

tell

you,

I

find

it

hard

to

take

When

peop-

le

run

in

circ-

les,

it's

a

ve-

ry

ve-

ry

Mad

world

Mad

world

Mad

world

Mad

world