Paranoia Songtext
von Barstool Prophets
Paranoia Songtext
Sometimes I feel like a fish out of water, well I
I can′t breathe and I can't see straight
My hands are clammy and my head is spinning dizzy
I think it has to do with something that I ate
The government is putting poison in my coffee
So they can hunt me, mount my head up like a trophy
Sometimes at night, I get a feeling that I′m not alone
I see things moving in the corner of my eye
But when I turn to look, that something always disappears
And I am left with wetness running down my thigh
Somebody's watching, waiting, hiding in the shadows
Some "Little-Hitler" with his band of crazy psychos
Intent on my demise
When out with friends, I have to keep this cool demeanor
I mustn't let them see the doubt upon my face
You see, my friends have been replaced by clever doubles
Who are members of a spawn
That come from deep dark outer-space
They′re Body Snatchers, life is imitating art now
And Donald Sutherland, I guess I′m playing his part now
That everyone is out to get me
If paranoia's the result of simply knowing the truth
Then how I feel could be called paranoia
I could prove these things if I could dig up the proof
It′s a good thing my cousin's brother′s a lawyer
Paranoia (Nothing quite like)
Paranoia (There's no stopping)
Paranoia (When you′re gripped with)
Paranoia (Nothing rhymes with)
Paranoia
Paranoia
Paranoia
Paranoia
No, no, no, here we go again
I can′t breathe and I can't see straight
My hands are clammy and my head is spinning dizzy
I think it has to do with something that I ate
The government is putting poison in my coffee
So they can hunt me, mount my head up like a trophy
Sometimes at night, I get a feeling that I′m not alone
I see things moving in the corner of my eye
But when I turn to look, that something always disappears
And I am left with wetness running down my thigh
Somebody's watching, waiting, hiding in the shadows
Some "Little-Hitler" with his band of crazy psychos
Intent on my demise
When out with friends, I have to keep this cool demeanor
I mustn't let them see the doubt upon my face
You see, my friends have been replaced by clever doubles
Who are members of a spawn
That come from deep dark outer-space
They′re Body Snatchers, life is imitating art now
And Donald Sutherland, I guess I′m playing his part now
That everyone is out to get me
If paranoia's the result of simply knowing the truth
Then how I feel could be called paranoia
I could prove these things if I could dig up the proof
It′s a good thing my cousin's brother′s a lawyer
Paranoia (Nothing quite like)
Paranoia (There's no stopping)
Paranoia (When you′re gripped with)
Paranoia (Nothing rhymes with)
Paranoia
Paranoia
Paranoia
Paranoia
No, no, no, here we go again
Writer(s): Glenn Forrester, Graham Greer, Alain Jean Claude Morier, Robert William Tamas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com