The Golden Idol
Dm
Well, they've made a golden idol of the girl you used to be
Hangin' bangles on your branches like a lonely Christmas tree
G7
And yeah, they've dressed you fit for killin' in your thrillin' new disguise
Dm
Nailin' artificial spangles to the diamonds in your eyes
A7 G7
In that golden coach that turns into a bed
Dm A7 Dm
You better make it, gal, before you wake up dead.
Dm
'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
G7
'Til you watch the face you're washin' disappearin' down the drain
Dm
And you're starin' in your mirror goin' privately insane
A7 G7
And that golden crown they've pushed down on your head
Dm A7 Dm
You better make it, gal, before you wake up dead.
G7
Just look around them golden sidewalks that you're walkin' on today
Dm
And you'll see that lonely gutter, just a careless step away
G7
And that altar that they're buildin', you don't even understand
A7
'Cause you're dazzled by the flashin' of the daggers in their hands
Dm
You'll be dancin' in the darkness when their music disappears
And the jangle of your chains will be the only sound you hear
G7
'Til your broken body's bleeding on an altar made of stone
Dm
And you've sacrificed your soul to please a world that's sick and wrong
A7 G7
But you never heard a single word I said
Dm A7 Dm
Oh, make it, gal, before you wake up dead