Lyrics Small Metal Gods - 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
story-line
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
zip-lok
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
labourer'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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