As the fat and debris from another high cholesterol meal slips slowly round my brain And the grey sky at my window makes colours in my mind through the lashing of the rain The factories of the world belch our genocide but I shut my eyes For I am mad about you The bills through my door start another endless day as I shut off into daydream I'm caught in the cross fire of want and desire and shopping it would seem There's a k**er disease care of the CIA and I say what a surprise Still I am mad about you There's a storm in my mind when I look to the west There's a suffering heart here that beats in my chest Holding my down as I lay me to rest in my dreams As the cold winds of winter cut into my skin and I haven't the strength to start over again I'm tattered and torn, my face starts to age, but somewhere within me begins the refrain The suffering millions will just have to wait The homeless and helpless I never could take Couldn't I just forget everything else for a while For I am mad about I'm still mad about you