Ned B. on News from Underground by Mark Crispin Miller

[Ned B.]

Here are the lyrics:

HOTEL PARANOIA

(the rewrite)

On the great reset highway, fools’ words in my ear

Warm smell of infection, rising up through the fear

Up ahead in the future, I saw a frightening sight

My health grew heavy and my rights grew dim

I got locked down for the night

“Show passports at the doorway,”

I heard the armed guards tell

And I was thinking to myself,

“This could be Heaven or this could be Hell”

Then they brought out the needles and they boosted away

There were voices from the monitor,

I thought I heard them say…

Welcome to the Hotel Paranoia

Such an ugly place (Such an ugly place)

So just mask your face

Plenty of doom at the Hotel Paranoia

Any kind of fear (Any kind of fear)

You can find it here

The news is definitely twisted toward propagandic ends

They got a lot of pretty newsman boys they call friends

How they lie in the courthouse, hyping the threat.

Some lie to remember, some lie to forget

So I called up the doctor,

“Please help me feel fine”

He said, “We haven’t showed that spirit here since nineteen twenty nine”

And so our choice is falling so far away,

Taken out in the middle of the night

Then you hear them say…

Welcome to the Hotel Paranoia

Such an ugly place (Such an ugly place)

So just mask your face

The living will die at the Hotel Paranoia

What a big surprise (not a nice surprise)

Right before your eyes.

Fear’s up to the ceiling,

They keep vaccine on ice

“Sure,” we said, “we are all just listeners here, on our own device”

And in Big Pharma’s boardrooms,

They gathered for the feast

They profit from our sickly lives

And they just can’t care the least

Last thing I remember, I was

Lying on the floor

I couldn’t get the message back

To the way it was before

“React,” said the fright man,

“We are programmed to deceive.

You can fact check any time you like,

But you will not believe.”