Paradise - Jesca Hoop

Everybody needs their own oasis

Their own paradise to call their own

But while the penny’s scratched for single spaces

Move in with some strangers and call it home, oh no

They greet you with some smiles and lemon meringue

But there is something sketchy about the pie

But soon enough the crust will start revealing

All the filling is failed to catch your eye

Like the floor is made of eggshells

The roof is made of rain

The walls are opaque paper

The bones are a brittle frame

But nonetheless the life is mostly normal

But there was trouble brewing deep inside

For sure enough one night our star crossed lovers

Turned into Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde

And through the night I suffered intimate violence

She would bite and kick and he would cry

And by the time I’m begging God for silence

She let out a scream as if something just died

Oh, terror on paradise

The price for a rented room

And a pot to piss in while they smoke their lives

Into a paramedic doom

Cause that girl is a powder house

With an abbreviated fuse

And he’s a sucker for a tramp like a mess

He’s a trigger fool, yeah, yeah, oh

Home of my own

When the tempest past the worst is over

The underwear was washed and on the line

But as for me the innocent bystander

I fear their underwear has stained my mind, oh no

Happy days again a dinner party

She served her rack of lamb and sadistic too

For all the wild hair big eyes batting

Add an apple other than her boo

The food turned into foreplay

The wine turned into truth

Desires walking her way

And what she’ll leave is you

The floor turned into quicksand

Sinking where he stands

He needs me to be his saviour

He needs me to take his hand

Inevitably the house caved in

Me and desperado and a pile of wood

I listen to him bash but then I gave up

When he said I’ll leave her if I only could

And she return in the ruin like a lone soldier

Riding her little engine that could

She pulled him from the dust and said 'we can rebuild it'

He took her in his arms like a lover junkie would

Oh, terror on paradise

The price for a rented room

And a pot to piss in while they smoke their lives

Into a paramedic doom

Cause that girl is a powder house

With a schizophrenic moon

And he’s a sucker for a tramp like a master

He’s a trigger fool, yeah, yeah, oh

Home of my own

Home of my own

Home of my own

Home of my own

Home of my own