"Straightjacket Weather"
I thought you would be, insane at twenty-three. now, i'm that weirdo screaming on the train. you're setting fires inside my head. i'd like to believe you. it's not arson, maybe just a warm goodbye for me. it's cold inside my heart, cold, dark, and crazy. sweater weather for you, and a straightjacket for me. head down, hands tied, dreaming only of you. who can rescue me from this padded room. if i got my mouth on some cyanide, or a shotgun, maybe i'd survive. head down, hands tied, dreaming only of you. who can rescue me from this padded room. and our get-away car is parked outside. i'll ride shotgun, baby, you can drive.
1 | True And Cold |
2 | Empty Bottle Evening |
3 | Solid Gold |
4 | Killing A Con-Artist |
5 | Paws |
6 | Did You Get All That? |
7 | Wielders Of The Poison Pen |
8 | Always A Comedian |