Another perfect day
Here in paradise
What an exciting day
Exactly like yesterday...
Do you see that picket fence,
On the other side, they dream
About life in the lense
Some lie under the bed afraid of the boogie man, some people dream
About foreign lands
Growing up with the same TV, tellin us how to fuckin' be
How to fuckin' be
Another perfect day
Here in paradise
What an exciting day
Exactly like yesterday
Paradise
Paradise
No one cares anymore
We're all indifferent to the core
We've heard it all before
Same beat on repeat
Everything goes on and on and on and on and on and on...
Another perfect day
Here in paradise
What an exciting day
Exactly like yesterday
Paradise
People on middle street miss the heat of the cold war beat,
They miss the bomb with the capital B, at least back then they knew there enemy
There eating popcorn and jerking of, to the end of the world movies
Getting sick and tired of this everlasting peace...
A perfect day
Here in paradise
What an exciting day
Exactly like yesterday
There are no pop songs left to sing, there are no battles left to win,
Everything's a stolen beat, set on, constant repeat
From the cradle to the grave, nothing ever changes, even the best of times,
Ain't fun, it's already been seen and done...
A perfect day
Hrre in paradise
What an exciting day
Exactly like yesterday
Paradise
Paradise