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   
            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   
   

(The same as the first verse)  

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