The Golden Idol

(Kris Kristofferson)



Well, they've made a golden idol of a 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 the golden coach that turns into a bed

You better make it girl 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.



Till you watch the face you're washin' disappearin' down the drain

And you're staring in your mirror going privately insane

In that golden crown they've pushed down on your head

You better make it girl 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 the altar that they're building you don't even understand

'Cause they're dazzled by the flashing of the daggers in their hands.



We'll be dancing in the darkness when their music disappears

And the jangle of your chains will be the only sound you hear

Till your broken body's bleedin' 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 girl before you wake up dead...