Paper Mache Letra

In the book of misguided judgement
As mistakes were badly written
He began falling from above
With the quicksand jesus model
Which he bought for only a nickel

At the pawn shop around the corner
Where he sold his fragile mind
That belonged to a friend of a friend
Of a woman that was on the decline
Pieces of glass were in her head
And she had visions of a better world
Where she could spend her dying days
With all the boys, and all the girls

And in her very own world that she made
With clay, as well, guarded by the paper mache lions
It's a sweet rendition of things to come
And one day, she'll be dead and gone, as it comes to life