Paranoid...No, Really Paranoid

Backhoe Butchery

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Horrorific dreams my mind cannot dismiss
I wake up every morning covered in piss
Stuck to the sweaty sheers lying upon my bed
Something's coming, something's here
Something wants me dead

Government conspiracies, nuclear war
Those bastards got a taste of me
now they want more
I'll stay here under my bed and suck my thumb
here in my own little world I can't be seen by the
scumm
I'm really really paranoid
everything is after me
I'm so fucking paranoid
AAAAGGGGHHHH
see
I like being paranoid
I don't have to socialize
Come on, be paranoid
To hell with the bad guys
I know my lover is gonna leave
I'm going to catch an infectious disease
I'll be the victim of a random attack
My closest friend will put a knife in my back
I should have known better than to leave my chair
Those bastards can't get to me when I'm there
I'm stuck out here. No shelter
The voices in my head keep repeating
Helter Skelter