The Golden Idol
Well, theyve made a golden idol of the girl you used to be
Hangin bangles on your branches like a lonely christmas tree.
Yeah, theyve dressed you fit for killin in your thrillin new disguise
Nailin artificial spangles to the diamonds in your eyes
In that golden coach that turns into a bed,
You better make it, gal, before you wake up dead.
cause theyll paint your burning beauty with a coat of shiny lies
And theyll blind you with their wine so you wont even realize
til you watch the face youre washing disappearing down the drain
And youre staring in your mirror going privately insane
And that golden crown theyve pushed down on your head
You better make it, gal, before you wake up dead.
Look around them golden sidewalks that youre walking on today
And youll see that lonely gutter just a careless step away
And that altar that theyre building you dont even understand
cause youre dazzled by the flashing of the daggers in their hands.
Youll be dancing in the darkness when their music disappears
And the jangle of your chains will be the only sound you hear
til your broken bodys bleeding on an altar made of stone
And youve sacrificed your soul to please a world thats sick and wrong
And you never heard a single word I said.
Aww, make it, gal, before you wake up dead.
song performed by Kris Kristofferson
Added by Lucian Velea
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