The sunlight's making me feel paranoid I look outside and see the world at war The people walk to work like they're alone I sit in silence staring at
She was wearing her favorite dress She was waving a blue handkerchief She was laughing aloud in the corner of the room But she was dancing alone So I
Ester why do you look all blue? What did I say to you to make you feel all blue? Ester when you walk in the room Everybody turns to look at you And that
paranoid And complicated Bend me, break me anyway you need me All I want is you Bend me, break me, breaking down is easy All I want is you Paranoid I think I'm paranoid
Finished with my woman 'Cause she couldn't help me with my mind People think i'm insane Because I am frowning all the time All day long I think of things
know what I'm saying?) Before somebody go and snitch (Then again, you might fuck around and make a touch down) I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind people think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time All day long I think of things
Generals gathered in their masses just like witches at black masses evil minds that plot destruction sorcerers of death's construction in the fields the
The outro to this song has it's own title, Jack the Stripper Goin' home, late last night suddenly I got a fright Yeah I looked throught the window and
I caused a major war just by talking You flew into a rage 'cause that's everything you know Childhood of violence, filled with heartache I flew into a
Why do I sense benevolence? You stand tall at my great expense Thick words of gratitude, what a price to pay Stuck in my throat, I sell every word I say
I smoked the shit that made you love Drowned all your problems like a wife Blanked out your anger with my face Wasted my days to hide disgrace I did
I'll be your sailor girl I'll tip my cap to your parade Life won't be dreary no I'll be the waves inside your bed Pain is your beauty It hurts the vision
Save me from critical acclaim Save my smile it's too cracked from fame Wish me well with my fantasy Feel my arrogance with your sanity Wash me, oh, so
I hit him with a piece of his philosophy Anglo-Saxon muck in his type of greed What did he do to deserve such hate? He tried to intellectualise my blackness
Who put the little baby swastikka on the wall? Who put the little baby swastikka on the wall? It wasn't very high could' na been more than four years