Made of Stone

Em                            D
Your knuckles whiten on the wheel
                                     C
The last thing that your hands will fell
                             B
Your final flight can't be delayed
Em                        D
No land just sky it's so serene
                             C
Your pink fat lips let go a scream
                             B
You fry and melt I love the scene

          G     D
Sometimes I fantasize
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            C
When the streets are cold and lonely
         G
And the cars they burn below me

             G               D
Don't these times fill your eyes
          C
When the streets are cold and lonely
         G
And the cars they burn bellow me
          D
Are you alone
            Em
Is anybody home

Em - D - C - B


(Igual ao primeiro verso)
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