Somebody's threatened you, well, you know whyTime now to pay for misdeeds you denyLife can be cheerless in intensive careKeep a cool head and you won't know you're thereYou won't need a shot when you sniff just a dropof the perfumes of paradise!Bulldoze the street where they said you were bornTake a new name and before it put "Lord"Tranquil and slow, nostrils aglow with the perfumes of paradise>From my bed to the street it is 30 paces (and getting nearer)and I sniff and repent in all the right placesand a speeding truck crashes into the front doorand the telephone rings and says, "Have you no conscience?"When planning a genocide, starting a warsay that it's gentler than others beforeIt sells lots of TV's and ribbons and flagsand makes all the doubters look spineless and badEven big heads of state should spray in their wakeThe perfumes of paradise