Purple Prose - Dirty Gold lyrics

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<b>Dirty Gold</b> by <i>Purple Prose</i><br />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