I Think I'm Paranoid
and Rachel she's the waitress who want to be a star.
She swears she's gonna make it, make it big someday,
and she'll send me picture postcards from L.A.
When it's time for closing I play while Rachel cleans.
She listens to my music, I listen to her dreams.
She sewars she's gonna make it, she's going all the way,
and I say, "Send me picture postcards from L.A.
"Send me postcards from L.A. signed with love forevermore.
Picture postcards from L.A. to hang on my
refrigerator door.
Rachel, if you find me one, I'd
White Russian
Where do we go from here?
They're boarding up the synagogues, Uzis on a street corner
You can't take a photograph of Uzis on a street corner
The DJ resigned today, they wouldn't let him have his say
A surface scratched where the needles play, Uzis on a street corner
Where do we go from here?
Terror on the Rue de St. Denis, murder on the periphery
Someone else in someone else's pocket, Christ knows I don't know how to stop it
Lay poppies at the Cenotaph, the cynics can't afford to laugh,
I heard in on the telegraph there's Uzis on a street corner
Where do we go from here?
The more I see the more I hear the more I find the fewer answers
I close my mind, I shut it out but you know its getting harder
To calm me down, to reason out, to come to terms with what it's all about
I'm uptight, can't sleep at night, I can't pretend everything's alright.
My ideals my sanity, they seem to be deserting me
But to stand up and fight I know we have six million reasons.
They're burning down the synagogues, Uzis on a street corner
The heralds of the holocaust, Uzis on a street corner
The silence never louder than now, how quickly we forgot our vows,
This resurrection we can't allow, the Uzis on a street corner.
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here?
We buy fresh bagels from the corner store
Where swastikas are spat from aerosols
I sit in the bar sipping iced white russians
Trying to score but nobody's pushing
And everyone looks at everyone's faces
Searching for signs and praying for traces
Of a conscience in residence,
Are we sitting on a barbed wire fence, racing the clouds home
Racing the clouds home
We place our faith in human rights
In the paper wars that tie the redtape tight
I know that I would rather be out of this conspiracy
In the gulags and internment camps
Frozen faces in nameless ranks
I know that they would rather be
Standing here besides me chasing the clouds home
You can shut your eyes, you can hide away
It's gonna come back another day
Racing the clouds home, are we racing the clouds home?
Racing the clouds home