Golden Promises - Born Ruffians

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

Falling promises made a thud