Solid Gold Hell

Here lies the body of somebody who stumbled into your home
Here lies the body of somebody who stumbled into your home
I stand by the fire
I stand by the fire
While a solid gold guitar twangs a heart throb of carnal desire
Living in this bone-house of flesh blood and heart I remain
Living in this bone-house of flesh blood and heart I remain
I'm getting really used to living in Solid gold hell
I'm getting used to living in Solid gold hell
I stand by the fire