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