Paradise - Buzzcocks

Where in the world are we?

Everything’s fake, nothing’s real

I guess it just depends on how you feel

Why are you wasting my time?

With questions when everything’s fine?

Why are things so nice?

Is this the place that they call paradise?

Oh, it’s paradise

Loaf around day by day

See the people on their way

On Friday nights, collecting their pay

So don’t tell me what’s wrong and what’s right

'cause a knife fight on Saturday night

Is the only kind of justice, not nice

But it’s the only kind that’s given here in paradise

Oh, it’s paradise, oh

Oh, where in the world are we?

Everything’s fake, nothing’s real

I guess it just depends on how you feel

Why are you wasting my time?

With questions when everything’s fine?

Oh, why are things so nice?

Is this the place that they call paradise?

Oh, it’s paradise, oh