Tomahawk

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