Whatever happened to the funky race?
A generation lost in pace
-Wasn't life supposed to be more than this?
In this kiss I'll change your bore for my bliss
But let go of my hand
and it will slip out in the sand
if you don't give me the chance
to break down the walls of attitude
I ask nothing of you
not even your gratitude
And if you think I'm corny
then it will not make me sorry
it's your right to laugh at me
and in turn that's my opportunity
to feel brave
Cause it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh in this world all covered up in shame
Every morning I would see her
getting off the bus
the picture never drops
it's like a multicoloured snapshot
stuck in my brain
it kept me sane for a couple of years
as it drenched my fears
of becoming like the others
who become unhappy mothers
and fathers of unhappy kids
And why is that?
'Cause they've forgotten how to play
or maybe they're afraid to feel ashamed
to seem strange, to seem insane
to gain weight, to seem gay
- I tell you this:
Cause it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh in this world all covered up in shame