Take these chains from my heart and set me free. You've grown cold and no longer care for me. All my faith in you is gone but the heartaches linger on.
We used to talk about the rock and the roll. That made it matter not to sell your soul. Like a banner that we held so high. We weren't afraid to fall.
Well, they've made a Golden Idol of the girl you used to be. Hangin' bangles on your branches like a lonely Christmas tree.. Yeah, they've dressed you fit for killin' in your thrillin' new disguise.