One last kiss One spell of wisdom Nailed in a cross Of smug And confusion He sits and smiles Just smelling the fumes Of what his mind Has produced Singing A beautiful tune Singing It's such a good day To die Such a good day To die Ah Para-pa-pa-pa-para, pa-ra Pa-pa Para-pa-pa-pa-para, pa-ra Pa-pa Para-pa-pa-pa-para, pa-ra Pa-pa Para-pa-pa-pa-para Pa-ra Pa-ra Pa-ra What's this fog On this open window It's time to understand That you can't understand No more So no one will see You're drowning In a plastic sea Of concussions Shunned happily Of commotions That's what I believed But in time The more that I live I can't understand Para-pa-pa-pa-para, pa-ra Pa-pa Para-pa-pa-pa-para, pa-ra Pa-pa Para-pa-pa-pa-para, pa-ra Pa-pa Para-pa-pa-pa-para Pa-ra Pa-ra Pa-ra Pa-ra As the strings of culture bend I'm forced to sit here helplessly Opinions change the course of the wind Send a cherub to a God 'Cause I keep living And giving in