I have got some bad news for you, sit down
Paranoids left their homes
And now they're coming to town
They've already broken some glasses
And are shouting messages to you
All is under control, they are going back home
Our dogs have been called to do what has to be done
When they're not happy just break some
Glasses and are always shouting all the same messages
They always come so large and leave too fast
Wake up for a time
They have waited for you, realize?
No matter how you run, you'll always be the last
'Cause you are just a flash in the pan
