This is hell in paradise
We're all asleep or paralyzed
Why are we scared to verbalize
Our multi-color dreams?

When will we come to realize
We're all stoned or pacified
While the boogeymen organize
Their multilevel schemes?

Under-qualified for love
Overqualified for life
Sticking our heads in slime
Thinking we're in our prime

Mesmerized by mythology
Hypnotized by ideology
Antagonized by reality
Vandalized by insanity
Desensitized by fraternity
Sanitized by policy
Jeopardized by lunacy
Penalized by apathy
And living in the world of fantasy
Dancing on hot coal, waiting for the last call
It's Adam's ball, Eve's call

Wake up, shake up, check out, work out, speak out
Reach out, it's time to, time to, time to, to, to, to, to

This is hell in paradise
None of us wish to recognize
But do we want them to materialize
An endangered species?

Exorcise institution
Exercise intuition
Mobilize transition
With inspiration for life

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): Yoko Ono