Dillinger Four - Fuzzy Pink Hand-Cuffs Lyrics
She's got a little bookShe thinks it tells the truthEasy answers so simple she can't refuseIt's disengenous, just like the smile on her faceSomewhere here there's a mind that has been misplacedTaking the easy way always get you through the dayHe's got a bank accountHe's got a house in the hillsHe burns the midnight oil, he can't get off the pillsHe'd give it all away to get a little moreHe's a bright exterior, an empty coreDoubt if he'll ever seeThey're burning him in effigyLosing yourself in the path that you've takenYou are nothing if not vacantFill yourself up just to end up more hollowFall to your knees for the false that you followShe's got a catalogIt's full of hopes and dreamsIt makes her hate herself, it's what she wants to beShe spends more every day, she wants the fairy taleAnd everytime she tries, and everytimes she failsShe wallows in her shameNo one but herself to blame