Stoned
He measured time passing in hits from the bong.
All day cafe hangs and unfinished songs.
Then her keys weighed more then the ax in his hand
When he tried to write a song he knew she wouldn't understand.
She's living in a phony paradise,
So many things she doesn't realize,
She's basking in hell's sunshine...
How does this song go?
He's trying to write a song, but the song is writing him-
It's a song about paradise, wearing thin.
Today paradise was the enemy
Today the real became routine
Today my edges dull together
Yeah, that's it!
And there's no point left to dream.
I want to scream!
Linda, Mariana, and Morrocan hash have got me stoned
And I can't find my way home.
Mama, she's serving every one of my desires on a platter, but it doesn't even matter anymore!
Oh, paradise is a bore.
It doesn't even matter anymore.
You gonna ask me how I'm doing or don't you care?
I'm bored out of my mind, and what do you do over there?
Having a big old house should make a woman sing,
La la la la la la la la
But then, you've got to live in it, and that's a whole 'nother thing
It was a beautiful group
I'm not getting any younger,
You better think about that.
Now I can't even move!
The problem ain't where you're from,
It's where I'm at.
I could buy you a ticket.
It's where I'm at?
Just like that.
Linda, Mariana, and Morroccan hash have got me stoned!
Welcome to Amsterdam
And I can't find my way home!
Welcome to Amsterdam
Mama, she's serving every one of my desires on a platter, but it doesn't even matter anymore!
Paradise is a bore,
It doesn't even matter anymore!
Oh, Paradise is a bore
It doesn't even matter anymore
Paradise is a bore
It doesn't even matter anymore
Why you want to leave?
Paradise is a bore
Right when it was starting to feel real...
Right when it was starting to feel real...
All day cafe hangs and unfinished songs.
Then her keys weighed more then the ax in his hand
When he tried to write a song he knew she wouldn't understand.
She's living in a phony paradise,
So many things she doesn't realize,
She's basking in hell's sunshine...
How does this song go?
He's trying to write a song, but the song is writing him-
It's a song about paradise, wearing thin.
Today paradise was the enemy
Today the real became routine
Today my edges dull together
Yeah, that's it!
And there's no point left to dream.
I want to scream!
Linda, Mariana, and Morrocan hash have got me stoned
And I can't find my way home.
Mama, she's serving every one of my desires on a platter, but it doesn't even matter anymore!
Oh, paradise is a bore.
It doesn't even matter anymore.
You gonna ask me how I'm doing or don't you care?
I'm bored out of my mind, and what do you do over there?
Having a big old house should make a woman sing,
La la la la la la la la
But then, you've got to live in it, and that's a whole 'nother thing
It was a beautiful group
I'm not getting any younger,
You better think about that.
Now I can't even move!
The problem ain't where you're from,
It's where I'm at.
I could buy you a ticket.
It's where I'm at?
Just like that.
Linda, Mariana, and Morroccan hash have got me stoned!
Welcome to Amsterdam
And I can't find my way home!
Welcome to Amsterdam
Mama, she's serving every one of my desires on a platter, but it doesn't even matter anymore!
Paradise is a bore,
It doesn't even matter anymore!
Oh, Paradise is a bore
It doesn't even matter anymore
Paradise is a bore
It doesn't even matter anymore
Why you want to leave?
Paradise is a bore
Right when it was starting to feel real...
Right when it was starting to feel real...
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Lamar Stewart, Heidi Barbara Rodewald
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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