Dillinger Four Fuzzy Pink Hand-cuffs Lyrics

Fuzzy Pink Hand-cuffs Lyrics

She's got a little book 



She thinks it tells the truth 



Easy answers so simple she can't refuse 



It's disengenous, just like the smile on her face 



Somewhere here there's a mind that has been misplaced 



Taking the easy way always get you through the day 







He's got a bank account 



He's got a house in the hills 



He burns the midnight oil, he can't get off the pills 



He'd give it all away to get a little more 



He's a bright exterior, an empty core 



Doubt if he'll ever see 



They're burning him in effigy 







Losing yourself in the path that you've taken 



You are nothing if not vacant 



Fill yourself up just to end up more hollow 



Fall to your knees for the false that you follow 







She's got a catalog 



It's full of hopes and dreams 



It makes her hate herself, it's what she wants to be 



She spends more every day, she wants the fairy tale 



And everytime she tries, and everytimes she fails 



She wallows in her shame 



No one but herself to blame