Story Behind The Song

Just a crazy song with crazy questions.

Lyrics

Paranoia Ball

I've been running for oh so long and I'm so tired.
Could you pick me up, I'm a traveling pilgrim,
And I sure do need a ride.
Am dreaming all these cities and trains?
Do the subway tokens (meto cards) have any brains?
What if parking meters could talk?
Who do they know on you block?
Let's all get guaranteed though there isn't any need,
And go dancing at the paranoia Ball.
(Chorus)
At the paranoia ball, come one come all...
It doesn't matter how you dress...
You look like all the rest.
At the paranoia ball.

Could you give me back my 44 cents...
This tin can is full of dents.
This potato doesn't have any eyes...
But it's ok, I like em blind.
Frozen plastic sometimes tastes mighty good
And it looks a lot like actual food.
The colors are all certified...
Who do you know who has died?
Get a good check up, let the Dr. shoot you up,
And go dancing at the paranoia ball.
(Chorus)

Ride the subway of broken dreams,
It's one way down a two way street.
The conductor doesn't have any brains,
But it ok, he don;t control the trains...
Full throttle no stops, it's an express train.
Destination doubtful, and the outlook's the same.
All of a sudden there's a complete stop.
The people all rush to get off.
Climb the stairway, what a subway ride,
And go dancing at the paranoia ball.
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