The Paranoid Parade!

We all put our hands together
As you bring on another paranoid parade.
Dressed in gowns of fear and
pointed hats of blame.
Oh yes, it's the paranoid parade.
Question marks with knives take the catwalk,
Strutting their accusations
in violent convulsions.
"Why? What have you heard?"
mutter the bleeding fingertips,
chewed nails
bearing coat tails,
Oh yes, it's the paranoid parade.