Kris Kristofferson - The Golden Idol текст песни

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.