Album Name : Tomahawk
Release Date : 2001-10-30
Song Duration : 3:48
Tomahawk Sweet Smell Of Success
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
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 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
And we'll never make it better
