Steel Trap Blues
Cold root beer in a paper cup
Staring at the ceiling,
waiting for the sun
They built a cage of sweet designs
And left us tracing all the dotted lines
Welcome to the death trap
Sweet as sugar on your tongue
Yeah, we're never getting back
To the place where we were young
(no,
never)
Drive-in theater under plastic stars
Counting up the pennies in our rusted cars
They sell the poison with a friendly grin
But we already let the shadow in
Welcome to the death trap
Sweet as sugar on your tongue
Yeah, we're never getting back
To the place where we were young
(never, never)
Bitter taste of the silver spoon
Drowning under a paper moon (ahhhh)
Sweet trap...
cold glass... (hahaha)