Paranoia Song

I've heard there is a secret group that rules the world and

it spikes your soup. But you don't really think you're crazy,

do you? It starts like this. The news, the cops,

the Dow Jones falls, a phone call drops. The wily ones

creating paranoia, paranoia, paranoia, paranoia.

Your fear is strong and you need no proof. You know they're watching from the

roof. Thank heaven for the tinfoil to protect you. But they know

where you bought your chairs. They bugged your phone. They steal your