Flowers From The Man Who Shot Your Cousin - Mouldings lyrics

She's got a moulding Of her left hand 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 armour 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