Lyrics To Mad World

Country MusicMad Mad WorldRicky Nelson Lyrics and Chords

Lyrics To Mad World. You'd better bite your tongue. Web west end girls sometimes you're better off dead there's a gun in your hand it's pointing at your head you think you're mad too unstable kicking in chairs and knocking down tables.

Country MusicMad Mad WorldRicky Nelson Lyrics and Chords
Country MusicMad Mad WorldRicky Nelson Lyrics and Chords

Put on a happy face. It's a mad man's world. Their tears are filling up their glasses. Web west end girls sometimes you're better off dead there's a gun in your hand it's pointing at your head you think you're mad too unstable kicking in chairs and knocking down tables. Web when people run in circles it's a very, very. Web living in a mad mad world. Web all around me are familiar faces worn out places, worn out faces bright and early for their daily races going nowhere, going nowhere and their tears are filling up their glasses no. Web all around me are familiar faces worn out places, worn out faces bright and early for their daily races going nowhere, going nowhere their tears are filling up their glasses no. So you sound the same. Children waiting for the day they feel good.

Web all around me are familiar faces worn out places, worn out faces bright and early for their daily races going nowhere, going nowhere and their tears are filling up their glasses no. So you sound the same. Put on a happy face. Bright and early for their daily races. Web it's a mad, mad world that we're living in gotta keep your heads up high, can't be giving in don't you let one day go by without praising the most high 'cause it's the only way we. Worn out places, worn out faces. Web west end girls sometimes you're better off dead there's a gun in your hand it's pointing at your head you think you're mad too unstable kicking in chairs and knocking down tables. Bright and early for their daily races. You'd better bite your tongue. Web mad world mad world mad world mad world and i find it kind of funny i find it kind of sad the dreams in which i'm dying are the best i've ever had i find it hard to tell you 'cause i. Worn out places, worn out faces.