C (x32010@1)                        GBack (320003@1)when I was young and crazy, as they say,
Am (x02210@1)         FBut (133211@1)sure, I worked pretty hard, yeah.
C (x32010@1)                       G (320003@1)        Am (x02210@1)             FStole (133211@1)some money from my mom, and I hit the road to Leningrad.
C (x32010@1)                           G (320003@1)         Am (x02210@1)             FI (133211@1)get stopped on the next train stop, in the middle of rural Ukraine.
C (x32010@1)                   GThis (320003@1)is how it's all begun,
Am (x02210@1)                        FAnd (133211@1)I will tell this story of a true rebellion.

C (x32010@1)    G (320003@1) AmHoya (x02210@1)hoya hoya
FHoya (133211@1)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.

No ti dura.
(you're a dumb broad.)

Gogol Bordello. Unintelligible lyrics are unintelligible.