Mr. Bighead - Paradise Aflame

Need more stimulants
Reward punishments
We keep beating ourselves
Eating ourselves out

My god these merchants
Are really cleaning up
Money pouring in
And then burn it up

Paradise is aflame
Flying faithlessly away
Making contact to the brain with an endless stream
Of cobbled cable lights
Shining always through the night
Guiding hungry helpless hands
See the truth without sight

Paradise is aflame
Flying faithlessly away
Making contact to the brain with an endless stream
Of cobbled cable lights
Shining always through the night
Guiding hungry helpless hands
See the truth without sight

Didn't fall in the dirt
I was just being born
Plastic bottles and
Bullshit on the lawn

Best way to get someone
To think outside the box
Is to first lock them in one!

Paradise is aflame
Flying faithlessly away
Making contact to the brain with a endless stream
Of cobbled cable lights
Shining always through the night
Guiding hungry helpless hands
See the truth without sight

Paradise is aflame
Flying faithlessly away
Making contact to the brain with an endless stream
Of cobbled cable lights
Shining always through the night
Guiding hungry helpless hands
See the truth without sight

Need more stimulants
Reward punishments
We keep beating ourselves
Eating ourselves out

My god these merchants
Are really cleaning up
Money pouring in
Then burn it up

Paradise is aflame
Flying faithlessly away
Making contact to the brain with an endless stream
Of cobbled cable lights
Shining always through the night
Guiding hungry helpless hands
See the truth without sight

Paradise is aflame
Flying faithlessly away
Making contact to the brain with an endless stream
Of cobbled cable lights
Shining always through the night
Guiding hungry helpless hands
See the truth without sight
Hey!

Paradise is aflame
Flying faithlessly away
Making contact to the brain with an endless stream
Of cobbled cable lights
Shining always through the night
Guiding hungry helpless hands
See the truth without sight

Paradise is aflame
Flying faithlessly away
Making contact to the brain with an endless stream
Of cobbled cable lights
Shining always through the night
Guiding hungry helpless hands
See the truth without sight

Written by:
William Keddy

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