Where in the world are we
Everything´s fake nothing´s real
I guess it just depends on how you feel
Why are you wasting my time
With questions when everything´s fine

Why are things so nice
Is this the place that they call Paradise
Oh it´s Paradise

Look around you day by day
See the people on their way
On Friday nights collecting their pay
So don´t tell me what´s wrong and what´s right
´Cause a knife fight on Saturday night
Is the only kind of justice not nice
But it´s the only kind that´s given here in Paradise
Oh it´s Paradise

Where in the world are we
Everything´s fake nothing´s real
I guess it just depends on how you feel
Why are you wasting my time

With questions when everything´s fine
Why are things so nice
Is this the place that they call Paradise
Oh it´s Paradise