Ball and chain on the punishment rocks
Lipstick letters in the female box
Sixteen candles burning eighteen holes
Thrift store devils claiming talk show hosts
I’ll sit right ‘round waiting it on
Sanity’s been here and gone.
Shut my mouth with a lion inside
Run and hide to my suicide bride
When I think I’m losing ground.
Where the fast lane slows you down, and everybody’s overdosing.
D.O.A. Paintchips and fingerpaints.
I’ll ponder pretty things and wander through a life I thought I knew.
Necktie noose choking lawsuit throats.
Outside punch lines, inside jokes.
Fixed on glue for the broken hearts
Funeral parties in the graveyard parks.
Empty pockets full of doldrums fills
Stomach ills and wonder pills.
Cheap thrills cashed with sobriety checks
Buzz kills stashed with anxiety stress.
And I think I’m moving out
Where the fast lane slows you down, and everybody’s overdosing.
D.O.A. Paintchips and fingerpaints.
I’ll ponder pretty things and wander through a life I thought I knew.
So, let’s ignite tonight.
I’ll breathe you in and feel you all around.
A magic carpet ride beneath the moonlight’s glowing lunar gown.
Where we’ll be overdosing.
D.O.A.
Paintchips and fingerpaints
And swallow disco queens misplaced in reverie
Arsenic and evergreen fade into memory
And wander through a life I thought I knew.