Made of Stone

Your knuckles whiten on the wheel
 The last thing that your hands will feel
 Your final flight can't be delayed
 No Earth, just sky, it's so serene
 Your pink fat lips let go a scream
 You fry and melt, I love the scene
 Sometimes I fantasize
 When the streets are cold and lonely
 And the cars they burn below me
 Don't these times
 Fill your eyes?
 When the streets are cold and lonely
 And the cars they burn below me
 Are you all alone?
 Is anybody home?
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 I'm standing warm against the cold
 Now that the flames have taken hold
 At least you left your life in style
 And for as far as I can see
 Ten twisted grills grin back at me
 Bad money dies, I love the scene
 Sometimes I fantasize
 When the streets are cold and lonely
 And the cars they burn below me
 Don't these times
 Fill your eyes?
 When the streets are cold and lonely
 And the cars they burn below me
 Are you all alone?
 Is anybody home?
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 Sometimes I fantasize
 When the streets are cold and lonely
 And the cars they burn below me
 Don't these times
 Fill your eyes?
 When the streets are cold and lonely
 And the cars they burn below me
 Are you all alone?
 Are you made of stone?