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