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