| Song | Don't Tell Them You're Sane |
| Artist | The Jam |
| Album | This Is The Modern World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Foxton | |
| A boy i know is sick in his head - | |
| At least that's what the doctors say he is | |
| Shut in his room for hours on end | |
| Looks like he's forgotten, but is he | |
| His mind it ticks, more than you know | |
| One day something in his head will click | |
| Warders fill him full of lies, he fights he knows | |
| They'll never convince him that he's mad! | |
| At breakfast he is strapped in a chair (won't go far) | |
| Just a word out of place, he's sent to his room | |
| Don't tell them you're sane | |
| They'll laugh and put you to sleep | |
| Don't tell them you're sane, but you are | |
| Tell me what you did today, was it good | |
| What was it like and who was it with | |
| Don't think i'm prying i'd just like to know | |
| Why it is you do things so slow | |
| Take him to the doctor, see what he says | |
| I don't know why he bothers, he's in for good |
| zuo ci : Foxton | |
| A boy i know is sick in his head | |
| At least that' s what the doctors say he is | |
| Shut in his room for hours on end | |
| Looks like he' s forgotten, but is he | |
| His mind it ticks, more than you know | |
| One day something in his head will click | |
| Warders fill him full of lies, he fights he knows | |
| They' ll never convince him that he' s mad! | |
| At breakfast he is strapped in a chair won' t go far | |
| Just a word out of place, he' s sent to his room | |
| Don' t tell them you' re sane | |
| They' ll laugh and put you to sleep | |
| Don' t tell them you' re sane, but you are | |
| Tell me what you did today, was it good | |
| What was it like and who was it with | |
| Don' t think i' m prying i' d just like to know | |
| Why it is you do things so slow | |
| Take him to the doctor, see what he says | |
| I don' t know why he bothers, he' s in for good |
| zuò cí : Foxton | |
| A boy i know is sick in his head | |
| At least that' s what the doctors say he is | |
| Shut in his room for hours on end | |
| Looks like he' s forgotten, but is he | |
| His mind it ticks, more than you know | |
| One day something in his head will click | |
| Warders fill him full of lies, he fights he knows | |
| They' ll never convince him that he' s mad! | |
| At breakfast he is strapped in a chair won' t go far | |
| Just a word out of place, he' s sent to his room | |
| Don' t tell them you' re sane | |
| They' ll laugh and put you to sleep | |
| Don' t tell them you' re sane, but you are | |
| Tell me what you did today, was it good | |
| What was it like and who was it with | |
| Don' t think i' m prying i' d just like to know | |
| Why it is you do things so slow | |
| Take him to the doctor, see what he says | |
| I don' t know why he bothers, he' s in for good |