Текст (слова) песни: Tomahawk - Sweet Smell Of Success

Youve got to be the one
Smile of porcelain
Bullet holes in your tongue
Plexiglass bones
Dough of angels brain
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 weve 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, youre dead, youre dead, youre dead
Youre 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
Wasnt loving me
Cynical life
Wash your face
Tryin to make it better
And well never make it better
And well never make it better
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