There's a troubled Paradise A maelstrom lagoon A worm in the red apple A curse within a boon A tempest in a teacup A burning, red hot spoon An orange sky in Kansas Tornado's coming soon...
In the tender flesh of speaking lips That's where they sink their hooks We think that we're immune to it But we're getting ***** looks We're portrayed as idiots Nazis, thugs & crooks First they censor YouTube Next they're burning BOOKS.
We're wondering what's happening Things are not the same Folks want us like-minded Like we should be ashamed! But we won't go Broad-way Though we won't find fame But we won't budge an inch ol' son To us it's not a game Our way of life is ridiculed