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Stone cold and raw
I wrap them round the bars
Man, my hands are freezing
Knuckles whiter than the stars
I'm nearly there, I'm getting close
Soaked right to the skin
Boy on a bike, he ran a red light
We think he's far too thin
Johnny's paranoid
But I feel alright
He won't get out
Of here alive
We don't need no medication
It's wasted on the worried well
Give me one more Ibeprofen
Its a hard sell
Green tinged lefty killjoys
Grabbing all the pills
Fending off the sick
Till they've had their fill
Johnny's paranoid
But I feel alright
He won't get out
Of here alive
Things are getting heavier
The sauce of how much hate
White wrappers against walls
Chips, please mate
I feel sick and out of touch
But what the hell's up with you?
There's always something wrong
Go on, tell me, do
Johnny's paranoid
But I feel alright
He won't get out
Of here alive
<improv. chanting>
Woman in back
Whole man ginger
I feel sick and out of touch
But what the hell's up with you?
You bright young things
I love you
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