I Sing for the Crazy

I sing for the crazy The sideways twisted Those who fall forward one day Unnoticed by everyone Sit in their kitchens Not to be of use To any world view Who roam cities for days on end Without any sense Who throw themselves from the steeple Spice the world up with laughter And for death in time Ring their own bells Those who hurry with trains To stay nowhere too long Who know every farewell at close hand Because they call life goodbye Who are hired out on the ships And sing songs with the kids Those who seek and never find And disappear from the face of the earth at night The guards are ready with jackets In order to pack The stray ones in the right way Jumping friendly on roofs And who die In the great deserts The skull already full Of broken pieces The sand will soon cover all traces Who push their way through The raw thicket Sore and sick rubbed by madness Who look through the jungle of all souls All that dizziness on their back I sing fort he crazy I sing for the crazy Sing for the crazy Sing for them all Sing for the crazy Sing for their peace Sing for their souls Aaaaaaah Sing for the crazy Sing for them all