jesca hoop – paradise lyrics
everybody needs their own oasis
their own paradise to call their own
but while the penny’s scratched for single sp-ces
move in with some strangers and call it home, oh no
they greet you with some smiles and lemon meringue
but there is something sketchy about the pie
but soon enough the crust will start revealing
all the filling is failed to catch your eye
like the floor is made of eggsh-lls
the roof is made of rain
the walls are opaque paper
the bones are a brittle frame
but nonetheless the life is mostly normal
but there was trouble brewing deep inside
for sure enough one night our star crossed lovers
turned into dr. jekyll and mrs. hyde
and through the night i suffered intimate violence
she would bite and kick and he would cry
and by the time i’m begging god for silence
she let out a scream as if something just died
oh, terror on paradise
the price for a rented room
and a pot to p-ss in while they smoke their lives
into a paramedic doom
cause that girl is a powder house
with an abbreviated fuse
and he’s a sucker for a tramp like a mess
he’s a trigger fool, yeah, yeah, oh
home of my own
when the tempest past the worst is over
the underwear was washed and on the line
but as for me the innocent bystander
i fear their underwear has stained my mind, oh no
happy days again a dinner party
she served her rack of lamb and s-d-stic too
for all the wild hair big eyes batting
add an apple other than her boo
the food turned into foreplay
the wine turned into truth
desires walking her way
and what she’ll leave is you
the floor turned into quicksand
sinking where he stands
he needs me to be his saviour
he needs me to take his hand
inevitably the house caved in
me and desperado and a pile of wood
i listen to him bash but then i gave up
when he said i’ll leave her if i only could
and she return in the ruin like a lone soldier
riding her little engine that could
she pulled him from the dust and said ‘we can rebuild it’
he took her in his arms like a lover junkie would
oh, terror on paradise
the price for a rented room
and a pot to p-ss in while they smoke their lives
into a paramedic doom
cause that girl is a powder house
with a schizophrenic moon
and he’s a sucker for a tramp like a master
he’s a trigger fool, yeah, yeah, oh
home of my own
home of my own
home of my own
home of my own
home of my own
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