Made Of Gold

Fuck that when I die I'd rather go to hell

I speak the fucking truth

It's not hard to fucking tell

I'd tattoo it on my fucking face

Fuck you, I'll never fucking change.

When you've come to the end of the road

and all your stories have been told

21 let me show you what I've done

Your losing battle I've already won

our wounds become undone

and expose our hearts made of gold

21 let me show you what I've done

your losing batter

has just begun

I looked into my future

was blinded by the light

On the path now

Doesn't matter left or right

never had to choose

never had to say I might

well I might be fucking short

Never intimated by height

Baby leave those heels on

I'm almost at the top

Not my peak yet

so I'm never gonna stop

But maybe I'm too high

Maybe it's the pills I pop

I might fucking die

When I fucking drop.

When you've come to the end of the road

and all your stories have been told

21 let me show you what I've done

our wounds become undone

and expose our hearts made of gold

21 let me show you what I've done

your losing batter

has just begun