Poetry and angels   Flowers and perfume   You fill your house with pretty things   Pretty things hide the bitter truth      Well, there's a fire on the mountain   Burning out of control   And you're standing at the top now   With nowhere left to go      So lock your doors up tight   And say a prayer tonight   You know it's hard to keep the demons down   When it comes around      In the darkness of your room   While you're drinking to your past   And living your cartoon   Deep down in the gutter, they're calling your name   One day it comes around      You were such a pretty woman   Those were the days   One thing's for sure in this town, baby   Being pretty pays      All the fame and riches   Gonna turn out to be fool's gold   When you look to find shelter in   The ones you bought and sold      So sad, so alone   It cuts right to the bone   Find out how it feels to hit the ground   When it comes around      In the darkness of your room   While you're drinking to your past   And living your cartoon   Deep down in the gutter, they're calling your name   One day it comes around      Turn it off, man, I've seen too much   You better look over your shoulder, honey   You're losing your touch   Deep down in the gutter or up on the stage   One day it comes around      It comes around   And around and around      So lock your doors up tight   Say a little prayer tonight   You know it's hard to keep the demons down   When it comes around      In the darkness of your room   While you're drinking to your past   And living your cartoon   Deep down in the gutter, they're calling your name   One day it comes around      Turn it off, man, I've seen too much   You better look over your shoulder, honey   Losing your touch   Deep down in the gutter or up on the stage   One day it comes around