You painted it on my wall
Didn’t want me to see it all
Covered it with your parasol
But it never rains in LA
What are you hiding from me
In this house of lucks
Punched a hole right through our wall
And saw the picture that was there before
Stuck in California paranoia
California paranoia
What would you do?
What would you do?
How could you blame me for my California paranoia
This gift of pain is worrisome
Liked it more when I was done
Now I can see the end of the girl
And the beginning of the world
Stuck in California paranoia
California paranoia
What would you do?
What would you do?
What would you do?
How could you blame me for my California paranoia
California paranoia
She’ll never grow old
Until his stories explode
Stuck in California paranoia
Stuck in California paranoia
What would you do?
What would you do?
What would you do?
What would you do?