Golden Promises

When was it promised to be good?
when did the sunlight turn to gold?

when I'm halfway around the sun
with a hash pipe and a machine gun

Oh Lord, shoot me / Oh Lord, shoot me

soon

True beauty always has a cost
Self-reflection always shows a loss

And the mirror begins to suck
As the ego becomes unstuck
and you dance and you drink and fuck
and you use up your allotted luck

beautifully self-absorbed
throw all your friends overboard

We were halfway out the mud
when the levee released the flood
and the water turned into blood 
failing promises made a thud.