Candyland

Shoveling snow, I'm becoming white noise
Losing my words through the crack in my voice
I lock up the house and don't cover my bed
I cook for myself and beg to be fed

I picked out a suit from a men's magazine
I polish his shoes, I lick his head clean
Leading him out and he's stuck on my tie
He'll wear it like a string that leads me behind

Walk on the surface, get up from my knees
Without the straight oxygen, a queer is hard to breathe
And in the confusion, I could lose both hands
Your cologne is pollution, your violence romance

Eaten alive in candyland
Eaten alive in candyland
Eaten alive in candyland
Eaten alive in candyland
It's so sentimental
Yeah it's so sentimental
Candy is so sentimental
Candy is so sentimental

I walk on the surface, get up from my knees
Without the straight oxygen, a queer is hard to breathe
And in the confusion I could lose both hands
Your cologne is pollution, your violence is romance, romance