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 (Solo) 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 aroundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
