C G
Back when I was young and crazy, as they say,
Am F
But sure, I worked pretty hard, yeah.
C G Am F
Stole some money from my mom, and I hit the road to Leningrad.
C G Am F
I get stopped on the next train stop, in the middle of rural Ukraine.
C G
This is how it's all begun,
Am F
And I will tell this story of a true rebellion.
C G Am
Hoya hoya hoya
F
Hoya paranoia.
(enough paranoia.)
Maybe I'm a man who is propelled,
Spinning circles of his doom.
Or maybe I'm just paranoid,
placed by the lord in this room.
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And a bottle will always be my cover.
All of your eyebrows, will you please untie.
And if there's any room for a Roma,
What else is there left to romanticize?
Hoya, hoya, hoya
hoya paranoia
This is only when I'm drunk,
Or do I see things any clearly?
It's just like when one is dyslexic.
Whatever, I will stay discivil!
Hoya hoya hoya
hoya paranoia.
No ti dura.
(you're a dumb broad.)
