Illusive Paradise - March

All she ever wanted was a family

And a man to pay her bills

A big fat wedding and

A big ass house

And a drink to take her pills

While she’s ironing his shirt again

The lipstick stains reveal

This illusive paradise

Better cover up what’s real

You’ve got fear in your shoes

And you can’t steer

Because you can’t choose

You’ve got pains in your head

Yeah in your head

All he ever wanted was everything

And a girl to suck his prick

Five out of ten to his nine to fives

Got up quick to call in sick

While he drives to her motel room

The smell of cheap cologne

This illusive paradise

Better cover up your loans

You’ve got fear in your shoes

And you can’t steer

Because you can’t choose

You’ve got pains in your head

Yeah in your head

You’ve got fear in your shoes

And you can’t steer

Because you can’t choose

You’ve got pains in your head

You look half dead

Now little Joey is off to school

In a trench coat filled with led

Taking them out like bowling pins

With a gun against his head