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 cocktail 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