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 'Cos 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