all around me are familiar faces

All around me are familiar faces 
          worn out places 
          worn out faces 
          
          Bright and early for the daily races 
          Going no wear
          Going no wear
          
          Their tears are filling up there glasses
          No expression
          No expression
          
          Hold my head up want to drown my sorrows 
          No tomorrow
          No tomorrow
          
          And I find it kind of funny
           find it kind of sad
           the dreams of witch dieing 
          are the best I've ever had
          
          I find it hard to tell you 
          I find it hard to take 
          When people run in circles 
          
          It's a very very mad world
          Mad world