When I get to paradise   Play my bass against the wind   I'll look down on the attic lights   I won't be safe or tired   I won't care   I won't care   Something inside the white light   Disengage the cold world   Russia, Czech Republic   Japan      I remember punk   I remember the punk   Came at me with white light   I can still remember the smell   Never washed his clothes   Something about the stained glass window      Paradise   Paradise   I implore you   Paradise   Think twice   Think twice   I implore you   You'll be stuck like me   You'll be stuck like me      Maximum pain, maximum effect   Grow old, grow old   So used to the smell of it