Paranoia Man In Cheap Sh*t Room Lyrics - Fall

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