Kris Kristofferson - The golden idol

Well, they've ^Dmmade a golden idol of the girl you used to be Hangin' bangles on your branches like a lonely Christmas tree And yeah, they've ^G7dressed you fit for killin' in your thrillin' new disguise Nailin' ^Dmartificial spangles to the diamonds in your eyes In that ^A7golden coach that turns into a ^G7bed You better ^Dmmake it, gal, be^A7fore you wake up ^Dmdead.

'Cause they'll^Dm paint your burnin' 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^G7 face you're washin' disappearin' down the drain And you'^Dmre starin' in your mirror goin' privately insane And that^A7 golden crown they've pushed do^G7wn on your head You better ^Dmmake it, gal, be^A7fore you wake up ^Dmdead.

Just look a^G7round them golden sidewalks that you're walkin' on today And you'll ^Dmsee that lonely gutter, just a careless step away And that ^G7altar that they're buildin', you don't even understand 'Cause you're ^A7dazzled by the flashin' of the daggers in their hands

You'll be danc^Dmin' in the darkness when their music disappears And the jangle of your chains will be the only sound you hear 'Til your broken b^G7ody's bleeding on an altar made of stone And you'^Dmve sacrificed your soul to please a world that's sick and wrong But you ^A7never heard a single word I sai^G7d Oh, make it^Dm, gal, before yo^A7u wake up dead ^Dm