The tears fall down like whisky. The tears fall down like wine. On an island made of cocaine. In a sea of turpentine. We all need some assistance. But won’t that day be fine. When we’re walking down the streets of Paradise. Tar brush on the corner. I’ve never seen him before. He drank ten fingers of what they had. Now his feet don’t touch the floor. He can’t see me or this dirty old town. He’s got nothing to look for. He’s walking down the streets of Paradise. Walking down the streets of Paradise. Walking down the streets of Paradise. I’d trade my silver mansion. With a guard on every door. I’d trade my wealth and treasure. And the sash my father wore. I’d trade my little sister. And my brother who went before. To be walking down the streets of Paradise. Walking down the streets of Paradise. Walking down the streets of Paradise. I asked you for a racehorse. Now don’t hand me no mule. I asked you for a fast car. Don’t you take me for a fool. Just hand me down my telescope. And a bullet I can chew. I’ll be walking down the streets of Paradise. Walking down the streets of Paradise. Walking down the streets of Paradise