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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You hit the room like a flare
Ripped seam, red lip, cold stare
Jeans cut low, chains on skin
You want the heat, then slam the door in
You throw the match, watch it burn
Then act shocked when the heads all turn
Skin on show, boots on steel
You spin the wheel, then curse the wheel
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't play saint in a den of wolves
Don't bait the crowd then blame the pull
You set that trap, you set that stage
Then act outraged when the wild gets raised
[Chorus]
Glass and lace, glass and lace
You call it art, then spit in our face
Glass and lace, glass and lace
You flash the fire, then hate the blaze
(Glass and lace)
[Verse 2]
You walk in slow with a venom grin
Every eye caught in the crash you bring
You sell the glance like it's a crime
Then wear the blame like it's not your design
Yeah, I know the game, I know the scene
Half truth dressed up in a magazine
Want the roar, want the fame
But when it comes, you call it shame
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't play saint in a den of wolves
Don't bait the crowd then blame the pull
You set that trap, you set that stage
Then act outraged when the wild gets raised
[Chorus]
Glass and lace, glass and lace
You call it art, then spit in our face
Glass and lace, glass and lace
You flash the fire, then hate the blaze
(Glass and lace)
[Bridge]
Make up your mind, say what you mean
Don't paint the door then hate the scream
If you want the thunder, take the rain
If you want the ghost, don't call it pain
[Final Chorus]
Glass and lace, glass and lace
You call it art, then spit in our face
Glass and lace, glass and lace
You flash the fire, then hate the blaze
Glass and lace, glass and lace
You lit the fuse, now own the smoke
(Glass and lace)
Details
GeneratedMay 15, 2026
Duration4:01
LanguageEnglish
Style
1980s heavy metal with driving mid-tempo gallop, palm-muted riff verses, thunderous half-time chorus, gang shouts on the hook, snarled lead vocal with stacked octave doubles, whammy squeals and cymbal swells into each chorus, bright and gritty arena mix, metal
Credits
Prompt byMichael Nickerson
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
1980s metal song about the contradiction between the signals a woman puts out by dressing with tits and ass hanging out and her getting mad when guys stare
