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