Sometimes I feel like a fish out of water, well I I can't breathe and I can't see straight My hands are clammy and my head is spinning dizzy I think it has to do with something that I ate The government is putting poison in my coffee So they can hunt me, mount my head up like a trophy Sometimes at night, I get a feeling that I'm not alone I see things moving in the corner of my eye But when I turn to look, that something always disappears And I am left with wetness running down my thigh Somebody's watching, waiting, hiding in the shadows Some "Little-Hitler" with his band of crazy psychos Intent on my demise When out with friends, I have to keep this cool demeanor I mustn't let them see the doubt upon my face You see, my friends have been replaced by clever doubles Who are members of a spawn That come from deep dark outer-space They're Body Snatchers, life is imitating art now And Donald Sutherland, I guess I'm playing his part now That everyone is out to get me If paranoia's the result of simply knowing the truth Then how I feel could be called paranoia I could prove these things if I could dig up the proof It's a good thing my cousin's brother's a lawyer Paranoia (Nothing quite like) Paranoia (There's no stopping) Paranoia (When you're gripped with) Paranoia (Nothing rhymes with) Paranoia Paranoia Paranoia Paranoia ♪ No, no, no, here we go again