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