Going Insane

Purple sky, mountain high

Tambourine type of guy

She's all balled up inside

With good reasons why

Purple sage, golden age

Hard to breathe inside the cage

We've come so far now

To be on a different page

"March with me," says the leader of the pack

Should've skipped ahead, three steps back

Nobody saw the crack

We're going insane

We're going insane

Air guitar, smoky bar

Throw your shit into the car

Drive on into the night

With no cares how far

Family crest, treasure chest

Love the one and kill the rest

No use in changing

When you're just a guest

"March with me," says the leader of the band

It doesn't get better than life in the van

With an axe in your hand

We're going insane

We're going insane

Rattlesnake, carrot cake

Let them love, for heaven's sake

There is more to this

Than most people think

Summer drought, walk about

They used to talk, but now they shout

They're all balled up inside

And let the whole thing out

"March with me," says the leader of the world

To the earthling boy and the earthling girl

Even if we find the pearl

We're going insane

We're going insane

We're going insane

We're going insane