Paranoia Man in Cheap Shit Room

Lyrics for Paranoia Man in Cheap Shit Room

Paranoid man in mid thirties at the height of paranoia At the zenith of his powers By bed, replica shooter, zenith dissolving By his bed replica shooter Paranoid man in his early thirties In the zenith of his powers When girls pass, puts head down in the street His neighbors now are listening to this Shakes in the chemist's while buying his vits Puts his head down when girls pass Puts his head down when girls pass in the street Shakes in the chemist's Paranoid man in his late thirties Thirty-two, forty-five Reaches its summit Male, mid thirties, white, paranoia Goes down to the dance Goes down to the dance Going down fast Goes down to the dance Going down fast Goes down to the dance Going down fast Goes down to the dance Going down fast No heebies, creepies or hallucinogenics It's the height of paranoia Male, white, mid-to-late thirties Serial number, five four one two nine Going down fast, goes down to the dance Going down fast Serial number, five one two nine Leather jacket, baggy black pants Going down to the dance, very clever Mid thirties, paranoia man Not as good as it was at two-thirty this afternoon Nostalgia, Spangles, late mid thirties Paranoia man Going down to the dance Going down to the dance And drooped mental inertia Mid thirties man in the grip of paranoia Just like I told ya, prefers karaoka Cheap shit, half-dollar man The sky calendar, bar, home, speculates