Текст песни Paradise - 1989 Remastered Version - Buzzcocks

Where in the world are we?
Everything's fake, nothing's real
I guess it just depends on how you feel
Why are you wasting my time?

With questions when everything's fine
Why are things so nice?
Is this the place that they call paradise?
Oh, it's paradise

Look around you day by day
See the people on their way
On Friday nights collecting their pay
So don't tell me what's wrong and what's right

'Cause a knife fight on Saturday night
Is the only kind of justice not nice?
But it's the only kind that's given here in paradise
Oh, it's paradise

Where in the world are we?
Everything's fake, nothing's real
I guess it just depends on how you feel
Why are you wasting my time?

With questions when everything's fine
Oh, why are things so nice?
Is this the place that they call paradise?
Oh, it's paradise, oh