Chilled glass, warm thighs
Cocaine shadows round the eyes
And as we cavort around in the garden of jewels
We take them from the necks of debutantes and fools
And Mr. Bedlam conducting quite a tense refrain
The Pistol craves a diamond symphony
And if you're leaving dear
She says it with a two-carat smile
Your charity won't be refused
So open all your hearts and pocket-books wide
Oh and do tread lightly babes, for if you wish to test what you've been told
Just know that your bodies will break, under the spell of Mama Gold
Blinded by the blade, the glitterati frowned and froze,
The men then help themselves to coffers deep, beneath the candelabra's glow
And if you try your luck, a fool would only be so bold
For greed will never die, and neither will she... Mama Gold
Black heart, cold eyes
Pistol lusting for their cries
In the night, the organ churns a gothic lullaby
We'll do a favor, he crudely speaks
We'll take the dough and there's no need to grieve
And Mama, she takes a bow and makes to leave
A gallant had to go and make a scene
You're never leaving here,
He says it as he goes to bar the door
I won't let my dignity go and walk across the Tuscan marble floor
Now if you leave quietly, Beretta shaking loosely in his hands
Surrender your plunder and go, and you won't have to test this man
Now, my dear, please move aside
We have no souls, we lived, we died.
He fired once into her silken thigh,
No blood. No Pain.
She said, "Alright."
Wave of her palm and, the cold metal feeling
Wells up, it started in his toes
And seeing his new body, he cries out, "NO!" before he turns to gold
And say now, my dear honey, I think you'd serve better, a monument of old
And to you others and your money, I hope you're happy, you lived through Mama Gold
credits
from Last Days of Magic,
released October 14, 2016
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Michael Jones - Trumpet - www.michaeljonesmusic.com
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