Paradise

Lyrics

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 But 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!