Sweet Smell Of Sucess
Tomahawk
Tomahawk (2003)

You've got to be the one
Smile of porcelin
Bullet holes in your tounge
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
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 are sewed on last
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
Cynical life
Wash your face
Tryin' to make it better
And we'll never make it better
And we'll never make it better