Текст песни Paradise - The Twang

I know what it s like to be down here,
Cause I ve been down here before.
It feels like some kind of paradise,
Gives me something worth fighting for.
There s a fire in my belly, now you ve come unstuck,
You been feeding off my scraps, now you re out of luck,
And the clouds are dispersed and there s joy and here comes the sun.
And you think it s all about you,
Yeah, you think it s all about you.
See, you don t possess the style you say you possess
And I don t believe you for a minute, you re a mess.

You ve got too far, now you won t be coming back.
You said that s all they had left when you came back in those stupid shoe,
I know you couldn t bare to face me, so you said you had the flu.
You re a top flight gunner, who loves to shoot the runner,
Maybe I m destructive, more constructive than you.
And you think it s all about you,
Yeah, you think it s all about you.
Go and do whatever you do,
Cause you think it s all about you.
It s all about you,
It s all about you,
It s all about you,
It s all about you.