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I've got a computer, fits the palm of my hand somehow the satellites know just where I am I must be paranoid or crazy I guess to tell you the truth it scares me to death I don't leave the ground cause I'm too scared to fly I don't check the mail cause I don't wanna die I'm sinkin fast and I don't mean maybe Lord help us please, the whole world's gone crazy the whole world's gone crazy I wake up in the morning, turn on the TV I got's to get my daily dose of misery ignore my family before I head off to work I hate my job cause my boss is a jerk there's a man on the corner and he's carrying a sign he's there everyday so I don't pay him no mind he's got a wife and a new born baby Lord help us please, the whole world's gone crazy the whole world's gone crazy There's preacher on TV on a set made of gold he said send some money and he'll pray for my soul if I send enough then God might save me Lord help us please, the whole world's gone crazy the whole world's gone crazy From Letras Mania