The Limiñanas (Live Cuts at Abbey Road) – Prisoner of Beauty ft. Bobby Gillespie

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Lyrics:

Poor little diamond crashed out on the rocks again
Locked in the shadows running from yourself again
Left your soul in the ghettoes of yesterday
Can’t face up to the role you have to play...everyday

A prisoner of beauty in the Theatre of Cruelty
Paradoxical curse of the monied church
High on the drama loving the attention you get
A strange nocturama, a masqued ball dance of death
Some swap roles in a moment, others are fixed
Butterfly chimeras, ghosts in the shadows
With tricksters who flicker like flames

A prisoner of beauty in the Theatre of Cruelty
Paradoxical curse of the monied church
Out in the streets, stray dogs are runnin’ free
Safe in the limo, you think “that used to be me”
“Skinny, underfed, no place to rest my head”
Now embalmed in a luxury morgue
Five star crucifixion

A prisoner of beauty in the Theatre of Cruelty
Paradoxical curse of the monied church

From a freezing bedsit to a townhouse fears remain
Are you who they think you are , or are you still the same?
You came to town a nobody and found yourself a ‘cause celebre’
Threw your pearls at swine drinking $100 wine
And the best cocaine...

But somewhere in the shuffle you lost your cards
The Ace of Spades and the Queen of Hearts
The King and The Joker are one and the same
You had no guilt and you had no shame
Suppressed emotions behind the mask

Chemicals fixed it and nailed it on hard
Dissolute demon in a Dior dress
The face of wealth is the face of death
A one act play in a drama of pain
There’s a loss to be had for all that you’ve gained
You’ve lived out all of your teenage dreams
But the humiliated child inside still screams
You were hoping that fame would pull you out of the flames
Of self-doubt, self loathing and pain, pain pain,
But the problems remain,
Yes, the problems remain

A prisoner of beauty in the Theatre of Cruelty
Paradoxical curse of the monied church.

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