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It's a little boy paradise
forget white flesh
just pick a disguise
we've old men in power
and colored teenage girls getting paid to
take the golden shower.

A glimpse of reality
a touch of perfection
someone turn my head
can you change
the direction.

Trees don't grow
at the bottom of the ocean
sun don't shine
in the middle of the night
don't you wonder sometimes how
the stars are stuck
to the sky.

"Chorus"

Cars don't fly
and a house won't swim
but a man can live on
if he looses a limb
reading the papers
I sometime think
if we don't stop the fanatics
our world gonna sink.

"Chorus"

It's a little boy paradise
forget white flesh
just pick a disguise
we've old men in power
and colored teenage girls getting paid to
take the golden shower.