When I get to paradise
Play my bass 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 glass
Paradise, paradise
I implore you, paradise
Think twice, think twice
I implore you
You'll be stuck like me
You'll be stuck like me
Maximum pain
Maximum effect
Grow old, grow old
So used to the smell of it