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