PARANOID JACK

Paranoid Jack stumbles through the shadows
Misty breath of sewer rats
Came rising up through the cracks in the road
And Boogaloo Sue pints her head different colours
And blasphemes her vows
The fruits of love turn to diamonds on her neck
Her lovers come from out of the clouds... and she says

I dont wanna talk about tomorrow
Please, I dont want that sorrow
na na na

Black Sams got a motor for a heart
He revs it up when theres a need
And oh, how we wasted all those fucking hours
waiting for what never can be
He watches from his bed, fingers in his head
While the world slips by
And Paranoid Jack drags along a sack
Loaded down with alibis... he says

I dont wanna talk about tomorrow
Please, I dont want that sorrow
na na na

Some of us will leave
Some of us will stay
Some of us will try
And get out another way
Some of us forget where we come from
Some of us will set off home again
Some of us will try to change the world
and fail

I dont wanna talk about tomorrow
Please, I dont want that sorrow
na na na

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