Cinnamon lip, you're headed for a breakdown When you find all the word's wind out When you hear the conversation's fake sound Cinnamon lip, you'll wear the pants in his house When you try a pair or five on Zip it in, you'll feel just like a safe town Cinnamon lip, you crack me up in corners Pull me in with enamel line on 4 A.M., they've re-run Sons & Daughters As I sink into this beer Free, they know me here I've planned it As I sell the things I own If in town, saving alone As you wake up crusty eyed Felt the tremor pa** you by I've planned it As you form a perfect sneer You can't get that service here Cinnamon lip, you're headed for a breakdown Cinnamon lip, you're headed for a breakdown