Lyrics Illusive Paradise - March

Illusive Paradise

All she ever wanted was a family
And a man to pay her bills
A big fat wedding and
A big ass house
And a drink to take her pills
While she’s ironing his shirt again
The lipstick stains reveal
This illusive paradise
Better cover up what’s real
You’ve got fear in your shoes
And you can’t steer
Because you can’t choose
You’ve got pains in your head
Yeah in your head
All he ever wanted was everything
And a girl to suck his prick
Five out of ten to his nine to fives
Got up quick to call in sick
While he drives to her motel room
The smell of cheap cologne
This illusive paradise
Better cover up your loans
You’ve got fear in your shoes
And you can’t steer
Because you can’t choose
You’ve got pains in your head
Yeah in your head
You’ve got fear in your shoes
And you can’t steer
Because you can’t choose
You’ve got pains in your head
You look half dead
Now little Joey is off to school
In a trench coat filled with led
Taking them out like bowling pins
With a gun against his head