crazies
Gary Numan Lyrics


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Here in my room
Where the paint dries like your face
I'm still confusing love with need
Tonight at 10
I'll cry for a while
They'll get me for sure
It's just a question of time
We're the crazies
Some things I do
I feel so ashamed
But I have run of points of view
The man is a thinker
Who thought that he died
Just sits in the corner
Looking somewhat surprised

We're the crazies
I only exterminate
In my spare time
I fight the machine for the passers by
I know I'm wrong
But what makes you right
The simple solution is to end it all





We're the crazies

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Gary Numan's song "Crazies" speaks to the emotions of a person who is struggling with love and need. The despair is seen when the individual states that they are in a room and paints are drying like their face. The color comparison suggests a sense of stagnancy, hopelessness, and loss of vibrancy. The individual is in a state of confusion, and emotions are overwhelming. At 10, the person cries uncontrollably, knowing that someone or something will soon get them. The fear and anxiety the person feels is palpable as they wait for something they know is inevitable.


The song speaks to the idea that everyone is a little crazy in their way. There are things that people do that they are ashamed of and others that make them feel like they have a better perspective on life. The man who thought he died is an excellent representation of how, as human beings, we can all feel like we have a different experience to others. We all have a different perception of reality, and this can sometimes lead to feelings of isolation and confusion. The person who only "exterminates in their spare time" represents a darker side of human nature. They know what they are doing is wrong, but they feel justified in their actions. The song expresses the notion that our perception of right and wrong is subjective, and everyone has their way of dealing with their issues.


Line by Line Meaning

Here in my room
I'm alone, isolated from society


Where the paint dries like your face
The room is lifeless, devoid of any emotion


I'm still confusing love with need
I can't distinguish between what I want and what I need


Tonight at 10
At a specific time, later tonight


I'll cry for a while
I'll express my emotions, likely in a negative way


They'll get me for sure
I know I'll be caught and punished for my actions


It's just a question of time
It's inevitable that I will get caught


We're the crazies
We are the ones who are out of touch with society


Some things I do
I have certain actions that are not socially acceptable


I feel so ashamed
I'm embarrassed by my actions


But I have run of points of view
I see things from a different perspective than others


The man is a thinker
There is someone else who is also out of touch with society


Who thought that he died
He believes that he has already passed away


Just sits in the corner
He's isolated himself from everyone else


Looking somewhat surprised
He's shocked by his own thoughts and beliefs


I only exterminate
I harm others, possibly physically or emotionally


In my spare time
During the time that I'm not doing something else


I fight the machine for the passers by
I try to protect others from societal norms that are harmful


I know I'm wrong
I'm aware that my actions aren't socially acceptable


But what makes you right
I question why society's norms are considered correct


The simple solution is to end it all
Suicide seems to be a viable option to escape societal pressure


We're the crazies
We are those who have been excluded from society




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: GARY ANTHONY JAMES WEBB

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