Purple Prose
Purple Prose - Dirty Gold songtekst
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They say you're out stalking, mister I thought you had been tamed I hear you've been talking, Mister And slaughtering my name You get your fix From a brown bag of pain The dreams you've been slaying, Mister You ought to be ashamed Your heart was sold, dirty gold In a cold wet cave of hate Is it a crime to go, Mister When our song ain't the same? The winds of time they blow, Mister They aren't calling your name Your evening fell The stars all stayed away If your prime burned too slow, Mister I'm not taking the blame Your heart was sold, dirty gold In a cold wet cave of hate Just you wait, Mister You're gonna break that slit in your face, someday, Mister You're gonna feel as lonely as space. Kiss the dirt, Mister And lick up what's left of your grace Oh, stay crawlin' with the worms, Mister You gotta know your place Your heart was sold, dirty gold In a cold wet cave of hate It must be very strange To only play one game It must be very strange You ought to be ashamed