There is frost on the sheets when the sun went down There's no place to lay your head. You stand in this valley of tears all around As he stands as your jury instead. He holds you in bribe as you try to hide What is sacred; he objects to dismiss. Oh, woman in gown, you were made for much better than this. We fashion our breath to the lowest of depth And let pleasure be the host of what's real. But I say let's sacrifice, boys, and we'll smother their noise As the goods they've been fixing to steal. And I am only a man so please Understand but won't you take my hand, I insist. Oh, woman in gown, you were made for much better than this. Oh sleep, my dear, may you rest ‘till disorder has been fixed. Oh, woman in gown, you were made for much better than this. They try to deceive to make you believe That you can be held and dropped on a dime. But nothing, my dear, should be held in the fear That a drop is just natural with time. And know: you can not be taken, nor your value forsaken. Please deny their Judas kiss. Oh, woman in gown, you were made for much better than this. Stand tall, my bride, And never compromise. Let me show you what their promises miss. Oh, woman in gown, you were made for much better than this.