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What was a parking lot is now a tent city 'round the Paradise Mall
All the squatters came a-running for what was left abandoned at the Paradise Mall
Now there's scrap metal walls and new tribal customs in the Paradise Mall
Yeah they're building and a-dealing, living and defying in the Paradise Mall

Once a jewel in the crown of commerce
Given way to a new economy
Playground for the high society
Swept down to the underbelly
Home is just where you make it
And you can make it here if you have no fear
And need to be somewhere where no one gives a damn.

A hunchback named Gator runs the generator in the Paradise Mall
We've got the Goyas and the Flyboys in uneasy truce in the Paradise Mall
In the south end are the crazies it's best to just avoid them in the Paradise Mall
In the food court is a market for bootlegs and narcotics in the Paradise Mall

We came in through a group of snake charmers
Made our way through the tattoos and the glares
Jupiter said that I'd better stay close
I told him that there was no problem there
A sign marked a club called The Virus Life
It sold drugs and guns and good 'ol beer
The owner is sympathetic to the cause
He'll give me a job and put me up here
Here?! Yeah, here.

You see this is where authority has no power in the Paradise Mall
It's the perfect place to hide if you can survive in the Paradise Mall

He was a guy called Copperweed
One of many faces with a long scar
I didn't really want him to take me but
Sticking with the rebels was suicide
My uncle had called in a favor
And I can make it here if I show no fear
I need to be somewhere where no one gives a damn

He said Congratulations boy! You've got a place here in the Paradise Mall
You're with the outlaws and the homeless, the shysters and the shameless in the Paradise Mall
You can carry heat while working just don't let it show in the Paradise Mall
And if you're caught stealing your fingers you'll be losing in the Paradise Mall
You've made it to a place where nobody gives a damn at all the Paradise Mall
We'd call it anarchy if any of us could read in the Paradise Mall