Poetry and angels

Flowers and perfume

You fill your house with pretty things

Pretty things hide the bitter truth

Well there's a fire on the mountain

Burning out of control

And you're standing at the top now

With nowhere left to go

So lock your doors up tight

And say a prayer tonight

You know it's hard to keep the demons down

When it comes around



In the darkness of your room

While you're drinking to your past

And living your cartoon

Deep down in the gutter they're calling your name

One day it comes around



You were such a pretty woman

Those were the days

One thing's for sure in this town, baby

Being pretty pays

All the fame and riches

Gonna turn out to be fool's gold

When you look to find shelter in the ones you bought and sold

So sad, so alone

It cuts right to the bone

When you find out how it feels to hit the ground

When it comes around



In the darkness of your room

While you're drinking to your past

And living your cartoon

Deep down in the gutter they're calling your name

One day it comes around



Turn it off man, I've seen too much

You better look over your shoulder honey

You're losing your touch

Deep down in the gutter or up on the stage

One day it comes around

It comes around and around and around



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So lock your doors up tight

Say a little prayer tonight

You know it's hard to keep the demons down

When it comes around



In the darkness of your room

While you're drinking to your past

And living your cartoon

Deep down in the gutter they're calling your name

One day it comes around



Turn it off man, I've seen too much

You better look over your shoulder honey

You're losing your touch

Deep down in the gutter or up on the stage

One day it comes around