Letra de Small Metal Gods
It's the farthest place I've ever been It's a new frontier for me And you balance things like you wouldn't believe When you should just let things beYes, you juggle things 'cause you can't lose sight of the wretched storyline It's the narrative that must go on until the end of timeAnd 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 wayWhere's my queen of hearts, my royal flush? I have cleaned and scrubbed her decks My suicide, my better days There's nothing I regretI've placed the gods in a Ziploc 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 laborer's bread and butter And a single-minded lieSmall metal gods, cheap souvenirs You've abandoned me for sure I'm dumping you, my childish things I'm evening up the scoreOoh-ooh Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh