Your knuckles whiten on the wheel

The last thing that your hands will feel

Your final flight cant be delayed

No earth, just sky its so surreal

Your pink fat lips let go a scream

You fry and melt I love the scene

Sometimes I fantasise

When the streets are cold and lonely

And the cars they burn below me

Dont 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?

Im standing warm against the cold

Now that the flames have taken hold

At least you left your life in style

And for far as I can see

Ten twisted grills grin back at me

Bad money dies I love the scene

Sometimes I fantasise

When the streets are cold and lonely

And the cars they burn below me

Dont 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?

Sometimes I fantasise

When the streets are cold and lonely

And the cars they burn below me

Dont 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?