Letras de The Golden Idol

Well, you made a golden idol of the girl you used to be
Hanging bangles on your branches like a lonely Christmas tree
And your abbot dress you fit for killing and your frilly new disguise
Nailing artificial spangles to the diamonds in your eyes

And that golden coach that turns into a bed
You better make it, gal, before you wake up dead
′Cause they'll paint your body, 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 washing disappearing down the drain
And you′re staring in your mirror going privately insane

And that golden crown they push down on your head
You better make it, gal, before you wake up dead
'Cause look around them golden sidewalks that you′re walking on today
And you'll see that lonely gutter just a careless step away

And that altar that they′re building, you don't even understand
′Cause you're dazzled by the flashing of the daggers in their hand
You'll 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 body′s bleeding on an altar made of stone
And you've sacrificed your soul to

Please a world that′s sick and wrong
'Cause you never heard a single word I said
Oh, make it, gal, before you wake up dead