Shine - Meat Puppets

You got wings on your fingers

In the middle of a battle

Is a little of the way you talk

And you shine

You got cobwebs on your halo

In the closet there are skeletons

Lined up ready to talk

And they shine

Fade into what

Made into hours

And pulled into lines

You got a ring around your finger

And a heart in the bottle

That never really learned to talk

And they shine

You got brickbats on your beltway

In the middle is a puzzle

With the pieces that have turned to slop

And they shine