Paranoid Man in Cheap Shit Room - The Fall

Paranoid man in mid thirties at the height of paranoia

At the zenith of his powers

By bed, replica shooter, zenith dissolving

By his bed replica shooter

Paranoid man in his early thirties

In the zenith of his powers

When girls pass, puts head down in the street

His neighbors now are listening to this

Shakes in the chemist’s while buying his vits

Puts his head down when girls pass

Puts his head down when girls pass in the street

Shakes in the chemist’s

Paranoid man in his late thirties

Thirty-two, forty-five

Reaches its summit

Male, mid thirties, white, paranoia

Goes down to the dance

Goes down to the dance

Going down fast

Goes down to the dance

Going down fast

Goes down to the dance

Going down fast

Goes down to the dance

Going down fast

No heebies, creepies or hallucinogenics

It’s the height of paranoia

Male, white, mid-to-late thirties

Serial number, five four one two nine

Going down fast, goes down to the dance

Going down fast

Serial number, five one two nine

Leather jacket, baggy black pants

Going down to the dance, very clever

Mid thirties, paranoia man

Not as good as it was at two-thirty this afternoon

Nostalgia, Spangles, late mid thirties

Paranoia man

Going down to the dance

Going down to the dance

And drooped mental inertia

Mid thirties man in the grip of paranoia

Just like I told ya, prefers karaoka

Cheap shit, half-dollar man

The sky calendar, bar, home, speculates