Two vocalists trade verses on societal collapse and institutional failure, with one painting dystopian scenes of closed banks and drug-laden bodies while the other counters with invitations to dance and chants of madness. The medley moves into Madness's politically charged track One in Ten with crowd participation.
Scars across the land. People lie, eyes closed, no longer dreaming. Yeah, and screaming. Yeah, that screaming. Yeah, that screaming. Your country needs you. There's drug Her feet and me, lying rotting on the table, money clutching in a bony hand. Shut this down, the banks are not receiving it. Yeah.
A girl! They've come to help us to get you all dancing.
It's madness.
Madness, they call it madness. Madness, madness, they call it madness. It's plain to see, that is what they mean to be. Madness, madness, I call it madness. Madness, madness, they call it madness. Madness, madness, they call it madness. I'm about to explain how then someone is losing their way. Madness, madness, they call it madness. But if this is madness, then I know I'm good with madness. It's gonna be rough, it's gonna be tough, and I won't be the one who's gonna suffer. Oh no, I won't be the one who's gonna suffer. You are gonna be the one. Hey, you! Thanks to Madness! They're now going to join us in a rendition of One in Ten.
Thank you.
