I’d rather be dumb in this mad world
switch off the brain, let sense be blurred,
make everything a little lighter.
Life for fools is so much brighter.
I’d rather be dumb in this mad world
whatever views may be unfurled,
for one thing’s certain, sad but true:
thinking’s not the thing to do.
This mental strain, this heavy load,
these self-made cells along the road.
It all becomes too much for me:
farewell — I quit this misery!