Shoveling snow, I'm calling my noise (? )
Losing my words thru the crack in my voice
Lock up my house and don't come on my bed
I'm good for myself and bad to your friend (? )
I pick out a suit from a men's magazine
I polish my shoes and lick them clean
Leading him out and he's stuck on my tie (? )
While I string these begind
Walk on the surface, get up from my knees
Without straight oxygen, it's hard to breathe
And in the confusion, I could lose both hands
The lover's pollution, your violence is a romance
Eaten alive in candyland
Eaten alive in candyland
Eaten alive in candyland
Eaten alive in candyland
You're so sentimental
It's so sentimental
Candy is so sentimental