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Terrorists are taking planes,
rebels
are attacking trains;
I haven't traveled in years.
The headline speaks of arms control,
Page two tells why crops won't grow,
The next page is a full ad from Sears!
Ah! Paranoia is the word,
describing
all the things I’ve heard,
And it is aptly applied.
My delusions may be a pain, but I know
they’ll keep me sane,
At least they may help me survive!
The news notes the countryside's
dangers are spreading wide,
Pollutants have tinted the skies!
And as the air currents change, I can
feel the acid rain,
Mixing with the tears in my eyes.
Who can blame me if I fear, all
the
rumors that I hear?
I know that I seem the fool!
But as you go through the years,
harboring your growing fears,
You'll become paranoid, too!
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Elections are bought and sold, by
those
who have the gold,
Who never give any in tax!
Deception is everywhere, growing with
tender care,
Hiding the knife in the back!
Economic dives and dips, stocks
fall
like poker chips,
Savings are gone in a flash.
Sex involving leather whips, tied from
toes to fingertips,
And always requiring cash!
Paranoia calms the herd, suspicion
lurks 'neath every word,
And hope remains out in the blue.
As the harbingers of doom appear and
start to loom so very near,
You'll become paranoid, too!
You'll be a paranoid, too... you'll be
a paranoid, too...
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