You've got to be the one Smile of porcelain Bullet holes in your tongue Plexiglass bones Dough of angel's breath The eyes of a mannequin Put on a hell of a show
Solid gold, fresh young face Queen of a lovely place Cynical life, wash your face Trying to make it better
And we've heard this song before And the needle skips again Playing dominoes with tombstones Found a graveyard in your drawer Go and get yourself buried 'Cause you're dead, you're dead, you're dead, you're dead
Your skin melts in wax Woven silk eyelids The arms of somnambulist You got your money's worth Soul hangs in the closet Papier-mâché heart Put on a hell of a show
Solid gold, your hate crime Wasn't loving me Cynical life, wash your face Trying to make it better
And we'll never make it better And we'll never make it better
