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 ♪ Your 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, oh And we'll never make it better