Key: Ebm | Tempo: 119 | Time: 4/4IntroVerse 1All Around Me Are Familiar FacesWorn Out Places, Worn Out FacesBright And Early For Their Daily RacesGoing Nowhere, Going NowhereTheir Tears Are Filling Up Their GlassesNo Expression, No TomorrowChorusAnd I Find It Kinda Funny, I Find It Kinda SadThe Dreams In Which I'm Dying Are The Best I've Ever HadVerse 2Children Waiting For The Day They Feel GoodHappy Birthday, Happy BirthdayAnd I Feel The Way That Every Child ShouldSit And Listen, Sit And ListenWent To School, And I Was Very NervousNo One Knew Me, No One Knew MeHello, Teacher, Tell Me What's My LessonLook Right Through Me, Look Right Through MeChorusAnd I Find It Kinda Funny, I Find It Kinda SadThe Dreams In Which I'm Dying Are The Best I've Ever HadI Find It Hard To Tell You, I Find It Hard To TakeWhen People Run In Circles It's A Very VeryMad WorldMad WorldVerse 3Men Cry Beside The Graveyard WallTheir Sons Have Gone, They've Lost It AllThe Mothers Wait With Empty HandsFor Children Who Won't Come Home AgainThe Boring's Long, The Rain Falls ColdAnd Every Story's Already Been ToldChorusAnd I Find It Kinda Funny, I Find It Kinda SadThe Dreams In Which I'm Dying Are The Best I've Ever HadI Find It Hard To Tell You, I Find It Hard To TakeWhen People Run In Circles It's A Very VeryMad WorldMad WorldBridgeEnlarging Your World, Trying To Make Sense Of It AllBut The More I See, The Less I UnderstandChorusAnd I Find It Kinda Funny, I Find It Kinda SadThe Dreams In Which I'm Dying Are The Best I've Ever HadI Find It Hard To Tell You, I Find It Hard To TakeWhen People Run In Circles It's A Very VeryMad WorldMad WorldOutro
