Paradise Songtext
von Jesca Hoop

Everybody needs their own oasis
Their own paradise to call their own
But while the penny′s scratched for single spaces
Move in with some strangers and call it home, oh no

They greet you with a pie that's lovingly made
But there is something sketchy about the pie
And soon enough the crust will start revealing
All the filling′s failed to catch your eye

Like the floor is made of eggshells
The roof is made of rain
The walls are opaque paper
The bones are a brittle frame


Nonetheless, home life was mostly normal
But there was trouble a-brewing deep inside
For sure enough, one night, our star-crossed lovers
Turned into Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde
And through the night, I suffered intimate violence
She would bite and kick and he would cry
And by the time I'm begging God for silence
He let out a scream as if something just died

Oh, terror on paradise
The price for a rented room
And a pot to piss in while they smoke their lives
Into a paramedic doom
'Cause that girl is a powder house with an abbreviated fuse
And he′s a sucker for a tramp like a mouser
He′s a trigger fool, yeah, yeah, oh

Home, ooh-doo-doo
Home of my own

When the tempest past and the worst was over
The underwear was washed and on the line
But as for me, the innocent bystander
I fear their underwear has stained my mind, oh no, oh no
Oh no, no, no, no no, no, no no

Happy days again, a dinner party
She served her rack of lamb and sadistic stew
For all the wild hair, big eyes batting
Add an apple other than her boo


The food turned into foreplay
The wine turned into truth
Desire's a-walking her way
And what she′ll leave is you
The floor turned into quicksand
Sinking where he stands
He needs me to be his savior
He needs me to take his hand

Inevitably, the house caved in
Me and Desperado and a pile of wood
I listen to him bash, but then I gave up
When he said "I'd leave her if I only could"
And she returned to the ruin like a lone soldier
Riding her little engine that could
She pulled him from the dust and said "We can rebuild it"
He took her in his arms like a lover junkie would

Oh, terror on paradise
The price for a rented room
And a pot to piss in while they smoke their lives
Into a paramedic doom
′Cause that girl is a powder house with a schizophrenic moon
And he's a sucker for a tramp like a mouser
He′s a trigger fool, yeah, yeah, oh

Oh-oh-oh, ooh, doo-doo
Home of my own
Home of my own, ooh, doo-doo
Home of my own
Home of my own, ooh, doo-doo-doo
Home of my own

Oops, oh fucker, motherfucker, I just fucked up the end!
Oh my God, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, bash my guitar!
I′m gonna bash my guitar!
I′m gonna bash it, I'm gonna break it, I′m gonna break it on the floor
I'm putting it down, I′m putting down the guitar and I'm stepping away from the microphone
Sorry, Paul!