She's got metal in her bones
So she knows when it will rain
And when the weather's getting cold
That's when she feels a little pain
A tiny little prick
Now you won't feel any pain
And the sutures in her skin
Like tracks for tiny little trains
Her car turned over
Blood all over
I told 9-1-1 come over
Now she's made of flesh and nuts and bolts
She's made of flesh and nuts and bolts
(Nuts and bolts, where there once were bones
Tiny shards of glass and shiny cars go crash)
A motor car driving through the park on Sunday
An airplane taxis on the runway in front of me
(is that my true love, is that my true love?)
a motor car driving through the park on Sunday
(is that my true love, is that my true love?)
an airplane taxis on the runway in front of me
(is that my true love, is that my true love?)
what was the last thing through you mind
was it the windshield or the faded yellow sun
you didn't turn
you didn't turn
you didn't turn
you didn't turn away
you didn't turn away
and now he's got no give
he's got no give
he's got no give
yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh
yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh
I go walking on the beach today
And look for my heavy metal girl
I go walking through the streets this way
And look for my heavy metal girl
I go walking on the beach today
And look for my heavy metal girl
I go walking through the streets this way
And look for my heavy metal
And look for my heavy metal
And look for my heavy metal girl
Last time I saw her in the ambulance
Tiny shards of glass
Shiny cars go crash