Lyrics Crazytown - Alex Brightman , The 35MM Company

There's a hole inside my brain.
Take a stroll down the drain to crazytown.
(You've fallen like Alice)
Crazytown,
It's an anthropomorphic circus,
Crazytown.
But, it ain't no Wonderland.

I am running mid a road as I'm chased through a town psychotic.
Used to jeering jackal much like my mother crying
Bee dee deep bee dee deep
You idle boy!
And there's money on the ground.
Pounds, yen, dollars, and the jackal's close behind.
I escape from the dog as I dive through a stream of sea snakes,
And I realize that this river is what separetes the (bee dee deep bee dee deep)
The east from the west.
And I'm bitten from the East which is present, to the West which is past and future.
I nearly drowned in Crazytown.
(You've twisted like Dorothy)
Crazytown
(It's a nightmare technicolor)

Crazytown, but it ain't no kind of Oz.

I survive from the stream to discover a choking orgy.
All those fuckers I have fondled in my fantasies,
Turning blue turning to the idle boy (yeah you)
They drag me inside.
Passing, stroking (passing, stroking)
And asphixiating me,
Till my hard-on is so palpable
I gotta go, gotta get out, gotta go, gotta go, gotta get out, gotta go.
(Canon ensues)
Wait, please, don't leave.
You, don't go.
Can't, please, don't go.

You can't leave yet.
To a tower of doors.

In the pocket of my dress I've got a copper key.
Don't know the door it goes with but the fact is killing me that in the pocket of my dress I've got this eight inch copper key but I don't know the door it goes with and the fact is killing me.

(Canon ensues)
In the pocket of my dress I've got this eight inch copper key but I don't know the door it goes with but the fact is killing me.
In the pocket of my dress I've got this eight inch copper key but I go door to door to door to door to door and woe is me and woe is me and woe is me and woe is me and woe is-

In the pocket of my dress I've got this key
It's an eight inch copper key but I don't know the door it goes with and the fact is killing me that in the pocket of my dress I've got this key and I go door to door to door to door and woe is me and woe is me and woe is-