Everyday it's just the same bad news
The paper-boy cried in the rain
The headlines got me feelings so confused
And it's driving the kids insane
She's asleep on the table, Café-de-Plaisir
And she don't even know how she got in here
She works every day for the government police
But at night she's out running with anarchists
There's gonna be a showdown, boy
Living with the rhythm of this paranoia
There's gonna be a showdown, boy
Living with the rhythm of this paranoia
They all come to the Palace Gardens
To pose for the Sunday News spread
Political speakers and trade union leaders
They're leaving us all for dead