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Well, they've made a golden idol of the you used to be
Hangin' bangles on your branches like a Christmas tree
An' yeah, they've dressed you fit for in your thrillin' new disguise
artificial spangles to the diamonds in your eyes
In that golden coach that into a bed
You better make it, gal, you wake up dead

'Cause they'll paint your burnin' beauty with a coat of shiny
And they'll you with their wine so you won't even realize
you watch the face you're washin', disappearin' down the drain
And you're staring in your mirror goin' privately
And that golden crown they've down on your head
You better it, gal, before you wake up dead

First look around them golden sidewalks that you're on today
And you'll see lonely gutter just a careless step away
And that altar that they're building you don't understand
'Cause you're dazzled by the flashin' of the daggers in hands

be dancin' in the darkness when their music disappears
And the jangle of your chains will be the only sound you
'Til broken body's bleedin' on an altar made of stone
And you've sacrificed your to please a world
sick and wrong
For you never a single word I said
Aww, make it, gal, you wake up dead