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 LAND 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

Em - D - C - B

(same as first verse)

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

TIN TWISTED GRILLS GRIN BACK AT ME

BAD MONEY DIES I LOVE THE SCENE

CHORUS (x2)

not too sure about the end of the chorus, appreciate it if someone could tab

out the intro/outro to this song. feel free to make corrections or comment

gene

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