Well, they've made a Golden Idol of the girl you used to beHangin' bangles on your branches like a lonely Christmas treeYeah, they've dressed you fit forkillin' in your thrillin' new disguiseNailin' artificial spangles to the diamonds in your eyesIn that golden coach that turns into a bedYou better make it, gal, before you wake up dead'Cause they'll paint your burning beauty with a coat of shiny liesAnd they'll blind you with their wine so you won't even realize'Til you watch the face you're washing disappearing down the drainAnd you're staring in your mirror going privately insaneAnd that golden crown they've pushed down on your headYou better make it, gal, before you wake up deadLook around them golden sidewalks that you're walking on todayAnd you'll see that lonely gutter just a careless step awayAnd that altar that they're building you don't even understand'Cause you're dazzled by the flashing of the daggers in their handsYou'll be dancing in the darkness when their music disappearsAnd the jangle of your chains will be the only sound you hear'Til your broken body's bleeding on an altar made of stoneAnd you've sacrificed your soul toplease a world that's sick and wrongAnd you never heard a single word I saidAww, make it, gal, before you wake up dead
Kristoffer Kristofferson (Brownsville, Texas; 22 de junio de 1936-Hana, Hawái; 28 de septiembre de 2024) fue compositor de música country, actor y cantante estadounidense ilustre por canciones como Me and Bobby McGee, For the Good Times, Sunday Mornin' Comin'…
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