It's been almost seven hours without a signnAnd the dust from ruined cornfields is caught in my eyesnAnd my mind is empty and my heart is purenI have learned to forgetnI have suffered these foolsnnParis is opennParis is I see you, you're alonennI see burning flames from oil wells and factoriesnAnd the desert night is a rusted and stained paintingnSee the dead insects on my windshield and think,nMaybe now all their souls will be free.nnParis is upnParis is hopingnParis says, I need you like a sunnParis is on, Paris is onnnParis is onnParis is anxiousnParis says I see you, you're an easy marknnI'm so tired of these freaks and their violent streaksnAs they pound on their chests with their fists and their feetnI lay quiet and watch in murderous heatnFelt the hate in my heart, wish them dead in the streetnNow I'm distant and dark in misanthropynI have suffered the whims of these idiotsnnParis is on, Paris is onnnParis is onnParis is ancientnParis says, I need you 'cause you're all I've got