Handcuffed to a Fence in Mississippi

I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi
My girlfriend blows a boozy good-bye kiss
I see flying squirrels and nightmares of stigmata
Then awakening to find my Trans-Am gone
Still, I'm feeling pretty good about the future
Yeah, everything is peaches but the cream
I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi
Where things is always better than they seem
Things is always better than they seem
I see the guitar that my cousin played in prison
Floating with the tv in the swimming pool
I'm calling for the owner of the motel
Then noticing the bloodstain on the door
I'm reaching for the shoes under the bushes
Just in time to hear the sirens sing
I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi
Where things is always better than they seem
Things is always better than they seem
You know freedom's just a stupid superstition
'cause life's a highway that you travel blind
It's true that having fun's a terminal addiction
What good is happiness, when it's just a state of mind?
For in the prison of perpetual emotion
We're all shackled to the millstone of our dreams
Me, I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi
Where things is always better than they seem
Things are always better than they seem