| Dear mother, can you hear me whinin'? | |
| It's been three whole weeks since that I have left your home | |
| This sudden fear has left me tremblin' | |
| 'Cause now it seems that I am out here on my own | |
| And I'm feelin' so alone | |
| Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes | |
| Some call it slums, some call it nice | |
| I want to take you through a wasteland, I like to call my home | |
| Welcome to Paradise | |
| A gunshot rings out at the station | |
| Another urchin snaps and left dead on his own | |
| It makes me wonder why I'm still here | |
| For some strange reason, it's now feelin' like my home | |
| And I'm never gonna go | |
| Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes | |
| Some call it slums, some call it nice | |
| I want to take you through a wasteland, I like to call my home | |
| Welcome to Paradise | |
| Dear mother, can you hear me laughin'? | |
| It's been six whole months since that I have left your home | |
| It makes me wonder why I'm still here | |
| For some strange reason, it's now feelin' like my home | |
| And I'm never gonna go | |
| Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes | |
| Some call it slums, some call it nice | |
| I want to take you through a wasteland, I like to call my home | |
| Welcome to Paradise, oh, Paradise |