Flowers From The Man Who Shot Your Cousin Mouldings Lyrics

she's got a moulding of her left hands
and she holds it to her chest
trying to feel the pulsations
trying to quiet the unrest
that's taking place
it's taking place
behind the armor of her smiling face

she wants a moulding of her features
of her face and of her feet
sometimes she says
she wants a double
made of stone or of concrete
to take her place
to take her place
then she could disappear
without a trace
to take her place
to take her place
then she could disappear
without a trace