You cry a tear for the cigarettes you never smoked
Send 'em off to bed with a little rhyme, a lullaby
And when he asks you why you're so cold, you're somewhere else
You tell him cul-de-sac is French for dead end
Whoa
Oh oh
Chase the sidewalks up and down
Are they watching? Are they seething?
Another pill to take you down
Count the cobwebs on the ceiling
Two cocktail lunch and a benzodiazepine
Quell the Stepford Wives with a little grin, a counterfeit
And when they ask you why you're so bold, you're someone else
You sink into the bath and swallow your goodbye
Whoa
Oh oh
Chase the sidewalks up and down
Feel them watching? Hear them breathing
Another pill to take you out
Count the shadows on the ceiling
Feel the pinch beneath your skin
All this spinning towards the ending
Suits and ties are closing in
Taste the quiet beneath the screaming
