Straightjacket Love Songtext
von Ron Hawkins

Suicidal saints and cigarettes
Losing battles and waging sucker bets
Ah, any other lovesick fool could plainly see
That your straitjacket love′s got a hold on me

Less like a bloom and more like a thorny stem
Our love's like a whole damn page in the DSM
But this ball and chain′s the only thing gonna set me free
'Cause your straitjacket love's got a hold on me


You′re worse than crack cocaine and bathtub gin
Just because I lose don′t mean you win
'Cause a ten-car pile-up takes a two way street
And your straitjacket love′s got a hold on me

Ah, you crack like a snare and you screech like a violin
You're well aware of all seventeen deadly sins
Some day you′re bound to go on a killing spree
But till then this straitjacket love's got a hold on me

Ah... hold on
Ah... hold on

You′re like the hurricane is to the breeze
You're like the noose is to the willow trees
And you're like a boa constrictor honey, when you squeeze me
But your straitjacket love′s got a hold on me
Yeah, your straitjacket love′s got a hold on me