“Paradise”

Give it to the freaks as they frown at the henchmen
Come along creeps to the town of redemption

Quiver in the knees shake it out near the fences
Picking up bones from the graves of the headless

Give it to the freaks as they frown at the henchmen
Come along creeps to the town of redemption

Living in the cities where the crowds beat you senseless
Landing on your feet but you dance like a deadman

Pick up the stones, pick up the stones, pick up the stones, split up the roads, pick up the stones, pick up the stone

Quiver in the knees shake it out near the fences
Picking up bones from the graves of the headless

Digging up a hole in the folds of the red smoke
Kicking through the floors with a gang in the alcove

Stick it in the goal looking blank and defenseless
Drawn to the poles like a magnet in a compass

Echo domes drone from the pound of the lockstep
Black and white suits snake around with their jaws clenched

Pick up the stones, pick up the stones, pick up the stones, split up the roads, pick up the stones, pick up the stone