Made of Stone

Your knuckles whiten on the wheel

The last thing that your hands will feel

Your final flight can't be delayed

Nowhere, just sky, it's so serene

Your pink fat lips let go a scream

You fly and melt, I love the scene

Sometimes I fantasize

When the streets are cold and lonely

And the cars, they burn below me

Don't these times fill your eyes

When the streets are cold and lonely

And the cars, they burn below me

Are you all alone, is anybody home?

I'm standing warm against the cold

Now that the flames have taken hold

At least you left your life in style

And for as far as I can see

Ten twisted grills grin back at me

Bad money dies, I love the scene

Sometimes I fantasize

When the streets are cold and lonely

And the cars, they burn below me

Don't these times fill your eyes

When the streets are cold and lonely

And the cars, they burn below me

Are you all alone, is anybody home?

Sometimes I fantasize

When the streets are cold and lonely

And the cars they burn below me

Don't these times fill your eyes

When the streets are cold and lonely

And the cars they burn below me

Are you all alone, are you made of stone?