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It's a little boy paradise

forget white flesh

just pick a disguise

we've old men in power

and colored teenage girls getting paid to

take the golden shower.



A glimpse of reality

a touch of perfection

someone turn my head

can you change

the direction.



Trees don't grow

at the bottom of the ocean

sun don't shine

in the middle of the night

don't you wonder sometimes how

the stars are stuck

to the sky.



"Chorus"



Cars don't fly

and a house won't swim

but a man can live on

if he looses a limb

reading the papers

I sometime think

if we don't stop the fanatics

our world gonna sink.



"Chorus"



It's a little boy paradise

forget white flesh

just pick a disguise

we've old men in power

and colored teenage girls getting paid to

take the golden shower