Suicidal saints and cigarettes
Losing battles and waging s**er bets
Ah, any other lovesick fool could plainly see
That your straitjacket love's got a hold on me
Less like a bloom and more like a thorny stem
Our love's like a whole damn page in the DSM
But this ball and chain's the only thing gonna set me free
'Cause your straitjacket love's got a hold on me
You're worse than crack c**aine and bathtub gin
Just because I lose don't mean you win
'Cause a ten-car pile-up takes a two way street
And your straitjacket love's got a hold on me
Ah, you crack like a snare and you screech like a violin
You're well aware of all seventeen deadly sins
Some day you're bound to go on a k**ing spree
But till then this straitjacket love's got a hold on me
Aaaaaaaaaaah… hold on
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah… hold on
You're like the hurricane is to the breeze
You're like the noose is to the willow trees
And you're like a boa constrictor honey, when you squeeze me
But your straitjacket love's got a hold on me
Yeah, your straitjacket love's got a hold on me