Madness - Subculture Sage

Chances are, 'cause i wear this silly grin

the moment you come into view

chances are you think that I’m in love with you

Why do we do this to ourselves?

We do this over and over and over and over again

Round and round we go

(round and round we go)

Ah, we’re all just going round in circles

If 1 equals 1 then how come so much that it hurts you?

The worst truthis the wounds are actually self-inflicted

You’ve only got yourself to blame if the whole thing ends in stitches

Do we ride on, and let bygones be bygones

cause all we all we want is love, love love

and we chase it like ratrace for the papers

so a man stands for his babeh

it’s a grand slam for the ages

I woke in love again

who would have thought for heartbroken it would come again

fuck it then

might as well get a bun in the oven

lonely savage

it’s not like this planets overcrowded

or that people should adopt more

or clocked that recreation should just stop for a second

we’ve got babies having babies for their child support

what are we doing?

are we acting as we should?

are we being proper humans?

if loves the most powerful energy that exists

how come it only lasts a bit

and then afterwards feels like shit

we sit there and tell ourselves

«nope, never again, love’s not for me, I’m going celibate friends»

and all it bloody takes is a half decent conversation with the opposite sex

and you’re back on the activating

never forsaken

always the top of contemplation

and who can blame us?

the whole globes runs off fornication

sex sells, so why are we not all millionaires?

i mean, someone’s making money but no one seems to care

3 quatrers still asleep, living life within a dream

and working hard for 50 weeks and spending 2 to think in peace

we’re trapped up in the circle of love

what is found is then lost cause one though it wasn’t enough

chances are cause I wear this sillg grin,

the moment you come into view,

chances are you think that I’m in love with you

Ah, this is all just meant to

a vicious circle of wishful purposed energy

and evetually we come the concluded rest in peace that

love is more about pain than it seems

it’s crazy how we do it

I mean, love is really all there is about us humans

we love eachother, spiritually consciously coexist

but that same love of ego as left society where it is so

the question is can we truly love

or will love ironically be the end of us soon enough

true love does exist

i believe to my gut

it just takes 2 souls to take it and make it through the rough

but, fuck

I mean easier said than done

because paranoia’s a bitch and jealousy’s a cunt

and how we think we’re ready to share love with someone else

when we can’t even love this planet, let alone ourselves

It’s like we should takes our hearts and put it on a shelf

and just leave that there for you and nobody else

but of course the opposite sex can love eachother

we’ve got fathers, brothers, sons, daughters, sisters, and mothers but

husbands and wives?

well that normally ends in troubles

sweet honeymoon period then *pop* goes your bubble

you can stay together and in love just like some do

but ask those who are and they’ll tell you it’s a struggle so,

are we all destined for cursed marriage?

or is it that nothing come easy that’s worth having

it’s up to you what you do with love once you’ve found it

feed it from your soul or let your ego drown it

I stand astounded

have i clocked it here in this rhyme?

love’s only relevant to an actual period of

I’ll sit back and smile through my crooked teeth

I’m done loooking for love,

I’m gunna let love come look for me

Chances are cause I wear this silly grin,

the moment you come into view,

Chances are you think that I’m in love with you