Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Straight Jacket , by - Theory Of A Deadman. Song from the album Wake Up Call, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 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 |