There's a funny kind of logic that is running round my mind.
The kind of thoughts that hide the world and try to make me blind.
They tell me there are people watching everything I do.
Manipulating what I see and lie to me of you.

There's a crazy kind of logic that is running round my head.
I try to add up two and two, get forty-five instead.
My life was plain and simple, but it's getting quite complex.
My sense of state and order have become a total mess.

There's a funny kind of logic that is running round my mind.
I try to search for answers, only questions that I find.
I'm a number not a free man, and it's only getting worse.
The state control of everything's becoming such a curse.

There's a crazy kind of logic that is running round my head.
The kind of thinking that one day will keep me in my bed.
There has to be a way to free my mind from this control,
But I fear I'll never find it at the bottom of this beer.

There's a funny kind of logic that is leaving me behind.
It's a funny kind of logic, and it's eating up my mind.