Lyrics:

Your knuckles whiten on the wheelThe last thing that your hands will feelYour final flight can't be delayedNo earth, just sky it's so surrealYour pink fat lips let go a screamYou fry and melt I love the sceneSometimes I fantasiseWhen the streets are cold and lonelyAnd the cars they burn below meDon't these times fill your eyesWhen the streets are cold and lonelyAnd the cars they burn below meAre you all aloneIs anybody home?I'm standing warm against the coldNow that the flames have taken holdAt least you left your life in style And for as far I can seeTen twisted grills grin back at meBad money dies I love the sceneSometimes I fantasiseWhen the streets are cold and lonelyAnd the cars they burn below meDon't these times fill your eyesWhen the streets are cold and lonelyAnd the cars they burn below meAre you all aloneIs anybody home?Sometimes I fantasiseWhen the streets are cold and lonelyAnd the cars they burn below meDon't these times fill your eyesWhen the streets are cold and lonelyAnd the cars they burn below meAre you all aloneAre you made of stone?