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

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 burning 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've pushed down on your head

You better make it, gal, before you wake up dead

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 hands

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

And you never heard a single word I said

Aww, make it, gal, before you wake up dead