Paranoia Boys Emily Osment

[Intro]
The paranoia boys
They ride their bikes up and down my cul-de-sac
Looking for something they lack
The mothers worry, the fathers turn the channel back
They deal themselves a hand I think about but never understand
Heaven is a road I’m told
But the line together is evil and oversold

[Verse]
In the park, by the freeway
In the dark, just another [?]
We’ll be gone ’til morning
It’s a lot, but you carry it
Like a man, like a miscreant
Like a mother in mourning
And I think about it, I think about it
And cry

[Chorus]
Come over here, boy
America is calling
It’s a quick thrill, it’s a white pill
But it’s yours
Come over here, boy
America is calling
It’s a quick thrill, it’s a white pill
But it can be yours
Ah-ah-ah ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah