when I get to paradise
play my ba** against the wind
I'll look down on the attic lights
I won't be safe or tired
I won't care, I won't care
something inside the white light
disengage the cold world
russia, czech republic, japan
I remember punk
I remember the punk
it came at me with white light
I can still remember the smell
never washed his clothes
something about the stained gla**
paradise, paradise
I implore you, paradise
think twice, think twice
I implore you
you'll be stuck like me
maximum pain
maximum effect
grow old, grow old
so used to the smell of it