Hey, Paranoia

Hillbilly back roads Lights out, heavy load Sheriff hardly ever showed To take a cut of what I'm owed We were running moonshine Over 'cross the county lines Trying to make our deadline And running behind Oh yeah, alright, you gonna give it away Chasing bottles out across the ol' pine boards Stop my head from spinning I was looking for more Slinking out the back door Making me sore, so if you'd Give me a taste before I'm out on the floor Oh yeah, alright I tend to get risky when I'm on the loose I make a living running from the Red and Blues Don't call me crazy, we don't need an excuse I say hey paranoia, hey paranoia Boy, you better move if you want to be saved I only ever aim to misbehave Wash me in the river of the mess we made I say hey paranoia, hey paranoia I can see the blacktop a turning red Looking like we might find a stop ahead Panic starts to spread I don't want to wind up dead So open up the throttle Let the tires shred Oh yeah, alright I tend to get risky when I'm on the loose I make a living running from the Red and Blues Don't call me crazy, we don't need an excuse I say hey, paranoia, hey paranoia Boy you better move if you want to be saved But I only ever aim to misbehave Wash me in the river of the mess we made I say hey, paranoia, hey paranoia The allure of amphetamines Mixed up in your nervous scene Empty dreams with benzaprine What is it you're telling me? Well, I felt a lot of lesser than Living out of trash cans Pulse is like a trip hammer Boy you better mind your manners What's up in that suitcase? What's up in that suitcase? What's up in that suitcase? What's up in that suitcase?