Crazy Town - Candy Coated
Now can you hear the cling-clang of my ball and chain gang?
The sound of heavy metal that tastes like cellophone
Collapsing every vein like umbrellas in heavy rain
My passion is pain
I do dirt to bury shame
I"m victimized an instituion"s no solution
A place where you"re defenseless and guilt"s the prosecution
Where necks are bound into slipknots of shallow souls
Walking narrow roads to be hung frok gallows poles
Nobody knows me success has exposed me
To narrow-minded souls with goals to overthrow me
Suppose that I chose to live my life low-key
Would you act like you could teach
When there is nothing you can show me
Don"t you understand I"m the head of the class
A straight - A student not regretting the past
You see I"m ok now but I dont think it will last
Because reality is something I can"t seem to grasp
Candy-coated pain is like a ball and
