Paranoid Eyes

Button your lip and don't let the shield slip

Take a fresh grip on your bulletproof mask

And if they try to break down your disguise with their questions

(Hello Kenna, how are you tonight?)

You can hide, hide, hide

Behind paranoid eyes

You put on your brave face and slip over the road for a jar

Fixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar

Laughing too loud at the rest of the world

With the boys in the crowd

You can hide, hide, hide

(I'll tell you what, I'll give you three blacks, and play you for five)

Behind petrified eyes

(Ta! You was unlucky there, son)

You believed in their stories of fame, fortune, and glory

Now you're lost in a haze of alcohol soft middle age

The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high

And you hide, hide, hide

(Time gentleman!)

Behind brown and mild eyes

(Oi!)