Paper Tiger — Beck

Just like a paper tiger Torn apart by idle hands Through the helter skelter morning Fix yourself while you still can

No more ashes to ashoes No more cinders from the sky Let all the laws of creation Tell a dead man how to die

Oh deserts down below us And storms up above Like a stray dog gone defective Like a paper tiger in the sun

Looking through a broken diamond To make the past what it should be Through the ruins and the weather Capsized boats in the sea

Oh deserts down below us And storms up above Like a stray dog gone defective Like a paper tiger in the sun

We're just holding on to nothing To see how long nothing lasts

Oh deserts down below us And storms up above Like a stray dog gone defective Like a paper tiger in the sun