it's just a game i play
but each and every day
gone with the wind inside
a cold and lonely brain
it's just a joke i tell
i'd like to paint a smile
it's just a face i pull
to pass the time a while
thought of a way to see
fewer people each day
than i already see
a staged still life with pain
inside an empty car
aboard the evening train
i turn around around to see
a smile just for me
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baby lives in a paperweight
packed like angels in a solid state
i'm dead and gone to my mother's house
where all my lies will come washing out
sister's buried inside a wall
my daddy died in a bathroom stall
three angels dancing atop a pin
we were so glad to get rid of him