Sweet Smell Of Success Lyrics - Tomahawk

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