David Sylvian - Small Metal Gods lyrics
[David Sylvian - Small Metal Gods lyrics]
It's a new frontier for me
And you balance things
Like you wouldn't believe
When you should just let things be
Yes, you juggle things
Cause you can't lose sight
Of the wretched story-line
It's the narrative that must go on
Until the end of time
And you're guilty of some self neglect
And the mind unravels for days
I've told you once yes, a thousand times
I'm better off this way
I'm better off this way
Where's my queen of hearts my royal flush
I have cleaned and scrubbed her decks
My suicide, my better days
There's nothing I regret
I've placed the Gods in a zip-lok bag
I've put them in a drawer
They've refused my prayers
For the umpteenth time
So I'm evening up the score
Small metal Gods from a casting line
From a factory in Mumbai
Some manual labourer's bread and butter
And a single-minded lie
Small metal Gods
Cheap souvenirs you've abandoned me for sure
I'm dumping you, my childish things
I'm evening up the score
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