you ve got to improve your walk hardly moves your holy sailors with their harbour smells feed from your broken shells so that s how it feels it s a cruel god that steals the things you love the things you hold that are priceless but still sold people say i m mad to want you people say i m mad to need you people say i m mad to love you babe the jobs you cannot hold the stereo that you sold you can t have milk and drink it too your kitchen has no food people say i m mad to want you people say i m mad to need you people say i m mad to love you babe the clouds lie on their backs and rain on everyone but you always stay dry you ve got your own private sun listen to the doctors advice nobody s ever been saved twice so pack your bags and your drums im gonna take you till the kingdom comes people say i m mad to want you people say i m mad to need you people say i m mad to love you babe