You cry a tear for the cigarettes you never smoked Send 'em off to bed with a little rhyme, a lullaby And when he asks you why you're so cold, you're somewhere else You tell him cul-de-sac is French for dead end Whoa Oh oh Chase the sidewalks up and down Are they watching? Are they seething? Another pill to take you down Count the cobwebs on the ceiling Two cocktail lunch and a benzodiazepine Quell the Stepford Wives with a little grin, a counterfeit And when they ask you why you're so bold, you're someone else You sink into the bath and swallow your goodbye Whoa Oh oh Chase the sidewalks up and down Feel them watching? Hear them breathing Another pill to take you out Count the shadows on the ceiling Feel the pinch beneath your skin All this spinning towards the ending Suits and ties are closing in Taste the quiet beneath the screaming