Major Parkinson - The Age Of The Paranoia lyrics

THE AGE OF THE PARANOIA Here comes the paranoia Here comes the pityful joy We used to sing when we were happy like the pigs in the poke My baby's gonna take me out dancing Here comes the paranoia I feel it everywhere Supersonic, catatonic patterns in between despair of everything pure in this world And it's hard not to be seen when you're rushing down the stream So if you hear me don't you panic It's all swell They're going to take us away from here I know the end is near Here comes the paranoia Gunshots, hickery pants, pineapples, porcupines and Pasadena pillows of kashmere skin to make me feel all right Don't forget the tranquilizers ice cream, crackers and care NyQuils and a bottle of tequila and a head for my hair And it's hard not to be seen when you're rushing down the stream But if you hear me don't you panic It's all swell They're going to take us away from here I know the end is near Ready to take the blow! Here comes the paranoia Lonely days of joy and laughter added up in the equation I can see the substance of it all Beyond the paranoia, white is turning black everytime I stare into the TV karma supernova is looking back