Tomahawk - Sweet Smell Of Success lyrics

rate me

You've got to be the one

Smile of porcelain

Bullet holes in your tongue

Plexiglass 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