another habit forming day is dawning should be flying high but im falling hell is freezing walls are bleeding trash cans filled with books i been reading the words are on a page i see history erased another corporation conversation sweet tooth radio station like a heavy western happy ending a rolling stone that keeps on guessing steal the shirt right off of my back they've taken my name and painted it black the words are on a page i see history erased another corporation conversation sweet tooth radio station like a clown with out balloons i'm the sugar in your tooth like a song without a tune i'm the sugar in your sweet tooth

you say this is the last time that i'll see you caught up in the big wheels of the city the places don't have their meanings and the girls don't look so pretty anymore but i don't know if you're thinking straight your love has turned to hate you've got a one way ticket to anywhere i don't know if your aim is true its not about me and you you bought a one way ticket to anywhere that days gone it won't come back it wont help crying but i can't help myself You say this is the last time that i'll see you caught up in the big wheels of the city the faces don't have their meanings and the girls don't look so pretty anymore

voodoo doll ice machines cut and paste magazines heaven helps the surgeons knife gone to waste, a packaged life an open mind on the stairs a frozen corpse, electric chairs your mind is clean your teeth are white and the future's looking bright a heavily dressed chemical peel a poison smile that you can feel perfect eyes, perfect face your perfect nose lost its place an open wound got the deal commercial break and time to heal your mouth is loose your skin is tight and the future's looking bright you've got no money, got no time you're at the bus stop baby on the highway of life your blue eyed blue jean point of view won't get you through it won't get you through i'm the sugar in your sweet tooth

She's got eyelids made for cinema cracked mirrors up her sleeve she's comfortable with laughing gas and doesn't need to breathe but could she be alone watching tv on her own? she's carrying on like jesus son on a cordless telephone she's digging her hole too deep she's counting more than sheep she tells me i should leave she tells me i should leave her alone with her birth stone telling her who she is she's got fingernails beneath her bed her pants don't seem to fit her mind is like a frying pan and nothing seems to stick she's dancing to a different beat thats human not machine she understands its killing her but doesn't make a scene she's digging way too deep she's counting more than sheep she tells me i should leave she tells me i should leave her alone with her birth stone telling her who she is thats who she is thats who she is but could she be alone watching tv on her own? she's carrying on like judas son on a cordless telephone she's digging way too deep she's planting more than seeds she tells me i should leave she tells me i should leave her alone with her birth stone telling her who she is you've got no reason to be sad anymore...