Straight Jacket Love

When pyros in the pocket

And heat is in the air

When heartaches in a locket

Tangled in my hair

Look out, look out sugar

Mama needs her drug

Time for you to wrap me up in straightjacket love

On and off the wagon

Lightin’ fire to grease

Knives are made for stabbing

Arms are made for peace

There is not a wire

There is not a fence

There is not a liar

Can talk me any sense

Look out, look out sugar

Mama needs her drug

Time for you to wrap me up in straightjacket love

On and off the wagon

Lightin’ fire to grease

Knives are made for stabbing

Arms are made for peace

I know you seen it comin’

I know what’s been said

But I can’t hurt nobody

Pinned safely to your bed

Look out, look out sugar

Mama needs her drug

Time for you to wrap me up in straightjacket love

On and off the wagon

Lightin’ fire to grease

Knives are made for stabbing

Arms are made for peace