Lyrics The Golden Idol - Kris Kristofferson
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.
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