Letra de Paranoid Inlay

Serenity is a problem When you get this close to Heaven But you really want to see The wonders of the underworld They caught Saint Peter's disease As he rattled his keys Serenity is a problem Serenity is a problem Such a paranoid inlay Hand-painted, pain by numbers, just join the dots Serenity is a problem Serenity is a problem Bloody British bulldozers These vegetables are suicidal It seems concussion suits you It seems concussion suits you Dear Diary, I must take risks I must not be afraid of failure What do I need to give up? Crystalline ladders, shiny things, mirror-balls On a clear day I can see forever That the underworld is my oyster