I Was Tricked To Believe In Sweet Surrender

We never knew when enough
Was truly enough
To make up for the lost
Sunny days of youth
And when Neverland came to an end,
Now you're off to jail
Stealing my choldhood away
Brought you to this
Old broken cell

Tender with no arrangment,
He said in a painfully low voice,
"Oh, my Sing Song Girl,
You'll never have to see my sorry face
Ever again,
The corner girl
Said the word on the street
Was you hated me some how;
I've tried to change,
But this isn't catholic school,
Just a metaphor for you to be a good girl;
This is my sweet surrender,"

We sold our shoes
And our precious fears
Just for a bit of cash,
So we could make each second last
But the timonium rage
Is where you belong
If I weren't another made-up lie,
I would argue
Until the sweet angel was gone;
Out of the jail house rock

Tender with no arrangment,
He said in a painfully low voice,
"Oh, my Sing Song Grl,
You'll never have to see my sorry face
Ever again,
The corner girl
Said the word on the street
Was you hated me some how;
I've tried to change,
But this isn't catholic school,
Just a metaphor for you to be a good girl;
This is my sweet surrender"

I'm sorry I wasn't there,
To see you're judgment day,
But Janette had other plans
Of skipping out on the medal and bars
To see one last show
On Twenty-sixth Avenue,
Coz school was out
And so were our cigarettes
So we had to fight the riot
To stear clear of the blue lights

Tender with no arrangment,
He said in a painfully low voice,
"Oh, my Sing Song Girl,
You'll never have to see my sorry face
Ever again,
The corner girl
Said the word on the street
Was you hated me now;
I've tried to change,
But this isn't catholic school,
Just a metaphor for you to be a good girl;
This is my sweet surrender"

Marlboro lights
And a little party
The church boys sang,
A sound of torture
Brought to all the kids,
Who grew up
On this side;
We were all ready to run
As the movie ended
And Betty was no longer
On the screen,
Because we honestly had
Too much time
To visit you,
And my stolen friend

Tender with no arrangment,
He said in a painfully low voice,
"Oh, my Sing Song Grl,
You'll never have to see my sorry face
Ever again,
The corner girl
Said the word on the street
Was you hated me some how;
I've tried to change,
But this isn't catholic school,
Just a metaphor for you to be a good girl;
This is my sweet surrender"