Paranoia strikes deep in the heartland
Yesterday it was my birthday
I hung one more year on the line
I should be depressed, my life’s a mess
But I’m having a good time
. . .
I should go to bed, but the voice in my head says oh, what the hell
Have a good time
. . .
Maybe I’m laughing my way to disaster
Maybe my race has been run
Maybe I’m blind to the fate of mankind
But what can be done?