I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi
My boyfriend blows a boozy goodbye 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
Oh 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
Things is always better than they seem
I see the guitar that my sister played in prison
Floating with the TV in the swimming pool
I'm calling for the owner of the motel
And then noticing the bloodstain on the door
I'm reachin' for my high heels 'neath the bushes
Uh 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
Things is always better than they seem
My go-go boots are missing
My go-go boots are missing
I guess I won't be kissing
The boy
Who loved those boots
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 are always better than they seem
Things is always better than they seem
Things is always better than they seem
I'm feeling pretty good about the future