| Song | Small Metal Gods |
| Artist | David Sylvian |
| Album | Died In The Wool |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 onceyes, 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 regretI’ve placed the | |
| GodsIn 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 godsfrom a casting line | |
| From a factory in | |
| MumbaiSome manual labourer’s bread and butter | |
| And a single-minded life | |
| Small metal gods | |
| Cheap souvenirs | |
| You’ve abandoned me for sure | |
| I’m dumping you, my childish things | |
| I’m evening up the score |
| 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 selfneglect | |
| And the mind unravels for days | |
| I' ve told you onceyes, 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 regretI' ve placed the | |
| GodsIn 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 godsfrom a casting line | |
| From a factory in | |
| MumbaiSome manual labourer' s bread and butter | |
| And a singleminded life | |
| Small metal gods | |
| Cheap souvenirs | |
| You' ve abandoned me for sure | |
| I' m dumping you, my childish things | |
| I' m evening up the score |
| 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 selfneglect | |
| And the mind unravels for days | |
| I' ve told you onceyes, 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 regretI' ve placed the | |
| GodsIn 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 godsfrom a casting line | |
| From a factory in | |
| MumbaiSome manual labourer' s bread and butter | |
| And a singleminded life | |
| Small metal gods | |
| Cheap souvenirs | |
| You' ve abandoned me for sure | |
| I' m dumping you, my childish things | |
| I' m evening up the score |