Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mirror glass and her hair styled high
In a gilded gown and tired eyes
Heavy-handed, tight, lined thick
Winged lashes under ashen lids
[Verse 2]
Hot bloods line for the moody bride
Pistol-whipped to the diamond hive
Gold foil milking every bit
Tacking names onto fancy lists
[Verse 3]
Big business
Just play the hits
[Verse 4]
When the curtains fill and there's nothing left
But Vaseline and well-timed fits
Rosewater, slinging bottles of gin
She's already in the alley now, smoking cigarettes
It's as real, real, real as it gets
[Verse 5]
Mirror glass and her hair styled high
In a gilded gown and tired eyes
Fixed on the face of who's looking back
Winged lashes under ashen lids
[Verse 6]
Big business
Just play the hits
[Verse 7]
When the curtains fill and there's nothing left
Vaseline and well-timed fits
Rosewater, slinging bottles of gin
She's already in the alley now, smoking cigarettes
She's already in the alley now, smoking cigarettes
It's as real, real, real as it gets
This is real, real, real
Written by: Alan Toll, Daniel Faust, Heather McEntire, Luke Norton
