Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Straight Jacket, artist - Theory Of A Deadman. Album song Wake Up Call, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 26.10.2017
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Straight Jacket |
I wear a 36 long, white is my color |
A little tight in the shoulder |
But you know, it still fit me good |
I wear a 36 long, white is my color |
A little tight in the shoulder |
But you know, it still fit me good |
Anyone can see we’re a perfect match |
An innocent boy and a psychopath |
A week’s worth of dating and you talk about moving in |
(I talk about moving too fast) |
My mom disapproved and my friends would say |
To break the girl’s heart but I’m too afraid |
Her clickbait body was a tractor beam |
She was a Tesla Model S with the ludicrous speed |
The sex was good but we always fight |
I’d try to leave your sorry ass but end up spending the night |
Your sweetness, my weakness, you’re mean though ingenious |
Nothing can go between us (Aye, have you seen us?) |
I’ve lost it, you’re toxic, I botched this, I’m nauseous |
Man, I gotta be |
Out of my mind, be going crazy |
'Cause it doesn’t faze me |
Yeah, the way you treat me so bad |
I must be out of my brain |
Hallucinating |
Girl, well it doesn’t faze me |
Yeah, the way you treat me so bad |
I must be out of my mind |
Free at last, I’m free at last |
Something I’ll never say is «I'm free at last» |
She ain’t around so I can vent and get it off my chest |
(So here we go, three, two, one) |
And you’re supercali-pessimistic-expiali-narcissistic |
You are Mary Poppins, you’ll be soon be going out of business |
Guys, let me witness, you got a Honda Civic |
'Cause you’re backseat driving my life |
I just wanna sleep my life away |
I must be |
Out of my mind, be going crazy |
'Cause it doesn’t faze me |
Yeah, the way you treat me so bad |
I must be out of my brain |
Hallucinating |
Girl, well it doesn’t faze me |
Yeah, the way you treat me so bad |
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad |
I’m freaking out, I’m panic attacking |
Yeah, I mentally had it, now my living room’s padded |
I’m a sadist, I’m addicted to this heroin |
You’re Tonya Harding and I’m your Nancy Kerrigan |
Like Lloyd Braun, I just wanted serenity |
But you had to go testing me, gave me suicide tendencies |
Your little games, your little, little games |
You tricked me into staying, your playing is getting lame |
From touching your sweet things to tracking your calls |
Go from smacking your ass to punching holes in the walls |
Go from sending me fire news to eyeing up other dudes |
From picking a favorite song to playlisting breaking tunes |
Started so high, now I can hardly breathe |
Go from weak in the knees to be too weak I can’t leave |
You called it, it’s all my fault, this I know |
Guess I’m better off dead inside than being alone |
I just wanna sleep my life away |
Oh! |
I must be out of my mind, be going crazy |
'Cause it doesn’t faze me |
Yeah, the way you treat me so bad |
I must be out of my brain |
Hallucinating |
Girl, well it doesn’t faze me |
Yeah, the way you treat me so bad |
I must be out of my mind |
Yeah, yeah, oh |
I must be out of my mind |
And you’re supercali-pessimistic-expiali-narcissistic |
You are Mary Poppins, you’ll be soon be going out of business |
Yeah, oh, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad |