Son of Mr Jones - Lyrics

I walk through the alley a death threat is pinned to my knee

I watch all the dirt gather up underneath my TV

I don’t know if I’ll ever get home, I feel like a ghost, paranoia is so

I’ve been told that my name’s mister Jones


Each time that I sleep I fear ghouls will suck life out of me

There’s a gun near the window as soon as my guests start to leave

My feelings are drenched to the bone I feel like a ghost, paranoia is so

I’ve been told that my name’s mister Jones


I feel fine when I’m one with the crowd

My socks match my vest I’m not loud

My burden will start on its own

I’m scared by myself, please don’t leave me alone

I’ve been told that my name’s mister Jones


I don’t take the bus when there’re not enough people around

I hate wasting time after dark has surrounded the town

I don’t know if I’ll ever get home I feel like a ghost, paranoia is so

I’ve been told that my name’s mister Jones.

 

© 1982 Christopher Cousineau