Carbon/Silicon:T.F.Madness

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“T.F.Madness”
Artist: Carbon/Silicon
Albums: The Crackup Suite (2007)
Composers: James/Jones

Wake up, then I'm dressed, why is life such a mess?
Must get organised, I'm drowning, I confess
Ring ring, late for work, ringin' in my head
Think I'm living on the wrong side of the bed

Come around, try to think, splash water from a sink
Dress up, heart attack, he's a guy who's on the brink
Make my way, navigate, passing papers in the hall
Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the most hot type of all

What do you do, what do you do?
Well, maybe you can guess
I think I'm ready to confess
It's total fucking madness
It's total fucking madness
It's total fucking madness

Paranoid, shit and shave, did I misbehave
Here comes another day and you know just what I crave
Oh oh, Postman Pat with his sack of bills
Maybe the bailiff's got my blue pills

E-mail full of spam, even with the broadband
My brain slowing down, must get some more RAM
Sky Box full of shit, shows I never watch
Shovel in a breakfast with a brandy and scotch

What do you do, what do you do?
Well, maybe you can guess
I think I'm ready to confess
It's total fucking madness
It's total fucking madness
It's total fucking madness

My car's slanced again, didn't pay the tax
Robbed by a system that wants to see me whacked
Drowning in this life, well, it's no 2 for 1
I'm going down, psycho's are us and got myself a...

Taxi driving, Dirty Harry, headline grabbing
From a man who couldn't take a gun

What do you do, what do you do?
Well, maybe you can guess
I think I'm ready to confess
It's total fucking madness
It's total fucking madness
It's total fucking madness
It's total fucking madness

All this before breakfast
And I'm not gonna take it anymore!

And I've got to get away on any given Saturday
I want to get away on any given Saturday

And I've got to get away on any given Saturday
I've got to get away on any given Saturday