I send a loveletter through the razor wire

While the caged birds sing like a gospel choir, under hostile fire


We are lost vampires in our funeral attire on a cemetery high


And it's hotter than Texas in July

In the wreckage of abandone­­d lives secondhand alibis and ex-wives


Please God, get me home before the magic dies



Cause I realize there's a man behind the curtain


And I'm certain that he's working 9 to 5 to survive

And keep his dreams alive and feed a family of five


With no car to drive, when all hope has died


And his thoughts collide, he can't hide

He's so sick of this cheap disguise



It's not what it seems


Kinda like the way you wear glasses though your eyes are fine


It's a beautiful lie



She was Aphrodite with a Bowie knife carving her initials in the afterlife

And it's my first night at Fight Club, so I guess I gotta fight


Like a broken glass on the underpass, like a teardrop in the sea


Like a firefly in the Vegas night, you dont seem to notice me



It's supposed to be love

But I'm flying without the ?f?


If I don't say I gave it all 'til I got nothing left



And I know this lonely road we travel on


Cause I call it home, baby you're a tiger

You're a survivor


And I know this lonely road we travel on


But you're not alone

You're a survivor


Baby, you're a tiger in a tropical storm



Surprise! Now you find yourself on a road less traveled


Thoughts unraveled, my Adams apple drops like a judge's gavel

Here you are again in that @@#!tail dress, and I confess


It's nothing less than the most intense form of loneliness to be second best


But I digress



We undressed on the mezzanine

A Pretty Hate Machine meets A Love Supreme

And somewhere in between these hopes and dreams


These hearts they came apart, torn at the seems

To be the king and queen of impossible things



And now she's ?Gone With the Wind,? I call her Scarlett O'hara

She's running like her mascara, I feel like ?Cliché? Gueverra


A parachute that never opened, it's the end of an era

She stared into my Labyrinth of sins, turn back Sarah



This affair has got a price and I could never understand

That she was stuck with Peter Pan while Mice and Men were making plans

Paradise Lost in between these hourglass sands


She couldn't stay in Neverland, she's slipping through my Scissorhands


The American dream it seems to me

Is a pretty wife who's silent when her husband cheats


The pain of seeing too clearly

And the loss of youth

Is a small price to pay

For the absolute truth



Women were built to suffer

That's why they need constant declarations of love

Marriage isn't something we do now and then


Except in America


And I know this lonely road we travel on

Cause I call it home, baby you're a tiger


You're a survivor

And I know this lonely road we travel on

But you're not alone


You're a survivor

Baby you're a tiger

And I know this lonely road we travel on
Cause I call it home, baby you're a tiger
You're a survivor
And I know this lonely road we travel on
But you're not alone
You're a survivor
Baby you're a tiger in a tropical storm