Back when I was young and crazy, as they say   But sure, I worked pretty hard, yeah   Stole some money from my mom, and I hit the road to Leningrad   I get stopped on the next train stop, in the middle of rural Ukraine   This is how it's all begun   And I will tell this story of a true rebellion      Hoya hoya hoya   Hoya paranoia   (Enough paranoia)      Maybe I'm a man who is propelled   Spinning circles of his doom   Or maybe I'm just paranoid   Placed by the Lord in this room   And a bottle will always be my cover   All of your eyebrows, will you please untie   And if there's any room for a Roma   What else is there left to romanticize?      Hoya, hoya, hoya   Hoya paranoia      This is only when I'm drunk   Or do I see things any clearly?   It's just like when one is dyslexic   Whatever, I will stay discivil!      Hoya hoya hoya   Hoya paranoia