Paroles
Paranoia in the streets
With everybody you meet
You're standing two feet tall
Against the Berlin Wall
You got the KGB
Trying to set you free
But you're deep in doubt
You think you're with, but you're without
Oh no
With all your senses shown
I think you're feeling too stoned
And all your memories
Are programmed by the streets
The smell of death is all around
Disturbed by the sound
Of birds chirping in your ear
It's only terror you can hear
