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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 Aus Songtexte Mania