Painted Dolls

– Look at them, man. Same faces every night.
– Yeah… Painted dolls lined up in a row, waiting on a rich man's dough.

Neon light is burning bright
She's ready for the night
Plastic glowing on her skin
Let the wicked game begin

Diamonds dancing in her eyes
Selling dreams and buying lies
High heels clicking on the floor
She's waiting by the door

Watch them gather in the dark
Hunting for a wealthy mark
Perfect bodies, hollow hearts
Right where the bidding starts

Painted dolls lined up in a row
Waiting for a rich man's show
Glitter, glamour, shadows on the wall
Who's gonna catch 'em when they fall?

Gucci bag and plastic smile
She'll be famous for a while
Looking for a golden cage
Actress on a broken stage

Champagne bubbles in the glass
Nothing golden ever lasts
But tonight she feels alive
Ready for another dive

Watch them gather in the dark
Hunting for a wealthy mark
Perfect bodies, hollow hearts
Right where the bidding starts

Painted dolls lined up in a row
Waiting for a rich man's show
Glitter, glamour, shadows on the wall
Who's gonna catch 'em when they fall?

Nothing here is free
Wake up — can't you see?
Take a look, open your eyes
A beautiful demise — no more lies

Painted dolls lined up in a row
Waiting for a rich man's show
Glitter, glamour, shadows on the wall
Who's gonna catch 'em when they fall?

…lined up in a row.
Yeah. Every single night.