Kris Kristofferson - The Golden Idol Lyrics
Well, theyve made a golden idol of the girl you used to beHangin bangles on your branches like a lonely christmas tree.Yeah, theyve dressed you fit for killin in your thrillin new disguiseNailin artificial spangles to the diamonds in your eyesIn 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 liesAnd theyll blind you with their wine so you wont even realizetil you watch the face youre washing disappearing down the drainAnd youre staring in your mirror going privately insaneAnd that golden crown theyve pushed down on your headYou better make it, gal, before you wake up dead.Look around them golden sidewalks that youre walking on todayAnd youll see that lonely gutter just a careless step awayAnd that altar that theyre building you dont even understandcause youre dazzled by the flashing of the daggers in their hands.Youll be dancing in the darkness when their music disappearsAnd the jangle of your chains will be the only sound you heartil your broken bodys bleeding on an altar made of stoneAnd youve sacrificed your soul to please a world thats sick and wrongAnd you never heard a single word I said.Aww, make it, gal, before you wake up dead.
