Lines, fabricated to flatter
Lines, neatly traced and gathered
Like paper thin sewing patterns
Pinned and in their places
Words, blend them into a batter
Words, on a fanciful platter
Served by the maddest of hatters
While we fake our faces
But it doesn't matter now
It doesn't matter now
It's all just poison in disguise
Teacups full of candy-coated
Poison in disguise
Teacups full of candy-coated lines
Shapes, oh society loves their shapes
Cookie cutter lives all half baked
Manufactured and sent through
Quality inspection
Two, or maybe three, or four times the fun
Could be had if we'd only come
To the table to feast with
All our imperfections
But it doesn't matter now
It doesn't matter now
It's all just poison in disguise
Teacups full of candy-coated
Poison in disguise
Teacups full of candy-coated lines
Everybody fill your cups
Pinkies out and bottoms up
Fake a smile and drink it down
Poison in disguise
Teacups full of candy-coated
Poison in disguise
Teacups full of candy coated lines
Poison in disguise
Teacups full of candy-coated
Poison in disguise
Teacups full of candy coated lines
Don't you give me no, don't you give me no
Don't you give me no lines!
Don't you give me no
Don't you give me no, don't you give me no
Don't you give me no lines!
Don't you give me no, don't you give me no
Don't you give me no lines!
Don't you give me no, don't you give me no
Don't you give me no lines!