Small Metal Gods Songtext
von David Sylvian

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 be

Yes, 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 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 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 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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