Where do the crazy people go?

When we were young adults
Still childish with no disregard
To young for understanding
To old to play in the yard
When ever we got bored
Of the same lame video game
We would wander down town
To the corner of 4th and main
We would laugh at the the guy
Arguing at his reflection in the window
Joking how you can only find  
entertainment like this here

 
Where the crazy people go  

And the woman by the beauty shop
Watching the beauticians cut peoples hair
We would tell her shes to crazy
And crazies aren't  allowed in there

One time we pushed that one freaky guy
Embarrassed he fell into that strip bar
We laughed as a tear streamed from his eye
Ran away ashamed and didn't see that car
I'm not sure if he lived
But what does it matter
He was so beneath us
He couldn't reach the human ladder
There should be an ordinance
Keep these creatures in their home
What kind of mental facility  
Let's them lose, free to roam

 
My friends and I  still meet up  
On that corner of fourth and main


I now have a better understanding  

But my friends are still just the same
I'm still standing next to them
And they're all still laughing  
Their stupid jokes and their hurtful pokes

 
That was before when I was unable to see
But this time it's different
Their jokes are aimed right at me

If I could go back
With all that I now know
Would karma been more forgiving
At showing me where the crazy people can go