Paranoia Artist: Barstool Prophets Albums: Crank (1995)
Sometimes I feel like a fish out of water
Well, uh, I can't breathe and I can't see straight
My hands are clammy and my head is spinning dizzy
I think it has to do with something that I ate
The government is putting poison in my coffee
So they can hunt me, mount my head up like a trophy
Sometimes at night I get a feeling that I'm not alone
I see things moving in the corner of my eye
But when I turn to look that something always disappears
And I am left with wetness running down my thigh
Somebody's watching, waiting, hiding in the shadows
Some little Hitler with his band of crazy psychos
Intent on my demise
When I'm with friends I have to keep this cool demeaner
I musn't let them see the doubt upon my face
You see my friends have been replaced by clever doubles
Who are members of a spawn that come from deep dark outer space
They're body snatchers, life is imitating art now
And Donald Sutherland, I guess I'm playing his part now
That everyone is out to get me
If paranoia is the result of simply knowing the truth
Then how I feel could become paranoia
I could prove these things if I could dig up the proof
It's a good thing my cousin's brother's a lawyer
Paranoia
Nothing quite like
Paranoia
There's no stopping
Paranoia
When you're gripped with
Paranoia
Nothing rhymes with
Paranoia
Paranoia
Paranoia
Paranoia
No, no, no, no
Here we go again
I heard this song the other day, and I thought of several folks and discussions I've known.
Now you'll have to excuse me, my black helecopter is here to take me to Dr. Evils Secret UnderGround Lair (and coffeehouse)
Sometimes I feel like a fish out of water
Well, uh, I can't breathe and I can't see straight
My hands are clammy and my head is spinning dizzy
I think it has to do with something that I ate
The government is putting poison in my coffee
So they can hunt me, mount my head up like a trophy
Sometimes at night I get a feeling that I'm not alone
I see things moving in the corner of my eye
But when I turn to look that something always disappears
And I am left with wetness running down my thigh
Somebody's watching, waiting, hiding in the shadows
Some little Hitler with his band of crazy psychos
Intent on my demise
When I'm with friends I have to keep this cool demeaner
I musn't let them see the doubt upon my face
You see my friends have been replaced by clever doubles
Who are members of a spawn that come from deep dark outer space
They're body snatchers, life is imitating art now
And Donald Sutherland, I guess I'm playing his part now
That everyone is out to get me
If paranoia is the result of simply knowing the truth
Then how I feel could become paranoia
I could prove these things if I could dig up the proof
It's a good thing my cousin's brother's a lawyer
Paranoia
Nothing quite like
Paranoia
There's no stopping
Paranoia
When you're gripped with
Paranoia
Nothing rhymes with
Paranoia
Paranoia
Paranoia
Paranoia
No, no, no, no
Here we go again
I heard this song the other day, and I thought of several folks and discussions I've known.
Now you'll have to excuse me, my black helecopter is here to take me to Dr. Evils Secret UnderGround Lair (and coffeehouse) 
