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