Figurines

The slot machines have had their feed
But they're not paying out
You pretend to sleep by the window seat
Too scared to look at the clouds

It might be time to turn yourself in
If you can't live with the twisting wind

When it cuts to black
It will all collapse
Leaving shattered figurines

No flowers grow by the side of the road
Just gutters filled with sweat
And you sold your script for the highest bid
But you still don't have a cheque

And if I dig up dirt on the lords you serve
I will only come out worse

When it cuts to black
They're not coming back
So we start a brand new scene
When it cuts to black
It will all collapse
Leaving shattered figurines
Figurines



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Gubbins
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