You've got to be the one, smile of porcelain
Bullet holes in your tongue, Plexiglases bones
Dough of angel's breath, the eyes of a mannequin
Put on a hell of a show
Solid gold, fresh young face
king of a lovely place
Cynical 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
'Cause your dead, you're dead
You're dead, you're dead
You're skin melts in wax, Woven silk eyelids
The arms of somnambulist, You got your moneys worth
Soul hangs in the closet, paper mache heart
Put on a hell of a show
solid gold, your hate crime
wasn't loving me
Cynical life wash your face
Tryin' to make it better
And we'll never make it better