when i get to paradise play my bass against the wind i ll look down on the attic lights i won t be safe or tired i won t care i won t care something inside the white light disengage the cold world russia czech republic japan i remember punk i remember the punk came at me with white light i can still remember the smell never washed his clothes something about the stained glass window paradise paradise i implore you paradise think twice think twice i implore you you ll be stuck like me you ll be stuck like me maximum pain maximum effect grow old grow old so used to the smell of it