Sweet Smell of Success

You've got to be the one Smile of porcelin Bullet holes in your tongue Plexiglass bones Dough of angels breath The eyes of a mannequin Put on a hell of a show Solid gold Fresh young face King of a lovely place Silicone life Wash your face Tryin' to make it better And we've heard this song before And the needle skips again Playin' dominoes with tombstones Found a graveyard in your drawer Go and get yourself buried 'Cause your dead, you're dead, you're dead, you're dead You're skin melts in wax Woven silk eyelids The arms of a somnambulist You got your moneys worth Soul hangs in the closet Papier mache heart Put on a hell of a show Solid gold Your hate crime Wasn't loving me Silicone life Wash your face Tryin' to make it better And we'll never make it better And we'll never make it better --- Sweet Smell of Success - Tomahawk