Paranoia Boys 歌词

The paranoia boys They ride their bikes up and down my cul-de-sac Looking for something they lack The mothers worry, the fathers turn the channel back They deal themselves a hand I think about but never understand Heaven is a road I'm told But the line together is evil and oversold In the park, by the freeway In the dark, just another [?] We’ll be gone till morning It’s a lot, but you carry it Like a man, like a miscreant Like a mother in mourning And I think about it, I think about it And cry Come over here, boy America is calling It’s a quick thrill, it’s a white pill But it’s yours Come over here, boy America is calling It’s a quick thrill, it’s a white pill But it can be yours You’ve got a one track mind And I am always up against the wall Losing mine But you disappear, you fade into the streetlight You steal my heart and then You say goodbye again I give my life to see yours With a different end Come over here, boy America is calling It’s a quick thrill, it’s a white pill But it’s yours Come over here, boy America is calling It’s a quick thrill, it’s a white pill But it can be yours