I worry 'bout what the mailman brings
I worry when the telephone rings
I worry in the morning sun
I worry when the day is done
An' I Worry 'bout what you think of me
I worry 'bout what it means to be free
I worry 'bout the price of gas
And when you tell me I should watch my ass
Yeah I guess I live in Worry Town
In the state of Paranoia
On the edge of Desperation and West Shit Street
Where the tricks'll do anything for you
They'll mess with your head
Till you're dead
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Yeah I guess I live in Worry Town
In the state of Paranoia
On the edge of Desperation and West Shit Street
Where the tricks'll do anything for you
They'll fool with your head
Till you're dead
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They'll screw with your head
Till you're dead
I worry cos I'm drinking too much wine
I worry that my baby isn't mine
I worry that's she's gonna let me go
And I'm the only one who doesn't know
I Worry 'bout what you think of me
I worry 'bout what it means to be free
I worry 'bout the price of gas
And when you tell me I should watch my ass
Yeah I guess I live in Worry Town
In the state of Paranoia
On the edge of Desperation and West Shit Street
Where the tricks'll do anything for you
They'll fuck with your head
Till you're dead
