The Golden Idol

The Golden Idol Well they’ve made a golden idol of the girl you used to be Hangin’ bangles on your branches like a lonely Christmas tree And yeah they’ve 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 they’ll paint your burnin’ beauty with a coat of shiny lies And they’ll blind you with their wine so you won’t even realize ’Til you watch the face you’re washin’ disappearin’ down the drain And you’re starin’ in your mirror goin’ privately insane And that golden crown they’ve pushed down on your head You better make it gal before you wake up dead. Just look around them golden sidewalks that you’re walkin’ on today And you’ll see that lonely gutter just a careless step away And that altar that they’re buildin’ you don’t even understand ’Cause you’re dazzled by the flashin’ of the daggers in their hands You’ll be dancin’ in the darkness when their music disappears And the jangle of your chains will be the only sound you hear ’Til your broken body’s bleeding on an altar made of stone And you’ve sacrificed your soul to please a world that’s sick and wrong But you never heard a single word I said Oh make it gal before you wake up dead