Text: Eels. End Times. Paradise Blues.

Scary little suicide bomber on her way to paradise
Gonna take herself and me with her
Killing once and killing twice
Well, it's a real hard time singing the paradise blues

Kinda hard to blame somebody for going to a better place
For thinking there's some kind of magic
Up there, past outer space
Well, that's some crazy ass shit, singing the paradise blues

I'm gonna walk these filthy streets
I'm gonna raise my hand
I may not be in paradise but I'm not dead
Ain't gonna fly by singing the paradise blues

You're contempt and your sarcasm
It's all so transparent
Why don't you give up the act now kid and let some love in?
That's all that I got singing this paradise blues