On golden heels

 

If fame goes over your head

and you decorate yourself 

             more than nicely

your eyes under the sun's cloud cover

not to mention you eat yourself thin

so thin that the eggs 

   slide glacier avalanches

then you've only cheated yourself.

 

Oh, woman if your lips are 

         in Led Zeppelin queue

and you empty 

       the fridge with a shovel

I can see it in your eyes

the eggs fly out of the beaks 

            of the naughty birds

and everything screams shrilly 

     on the hobby sled, yeah

ask the saved if they know

the fame of fame, yeah yeah yeah.

 

Get a fan patch

fan patch

fan patch

fan patch

get a fan patch

rage raw on golden heels!

 

Eat barrels 

   of visible dolphin signals

and wrap yourself 

     in blankets of sound

straws call for you, call and call

you are a bim to enjoy, yeah yeah

you are a bim to enjoy.

 

Ask greed about your mistakes

it will hardly linger 

       in its mega mountain

ask your inner self what it feels - 

                         how it feels

a revolver opens all moldy cracks

naughty woman you are 

 willing and joyful

something calls and calls 

       and it calls your name

                yeah yeah yeah oh.