Thomston - Midas Lyrics
They line up in drovesBare their teeth, put on a showYou're cashing on their dreamsYour checkbook sights their hopesThey'll bleed if you askStop breathing if the sameYou're playing with your foodReeling in your prayAnd it all turns gold, gold, goldEverything you lay your hand uponYou know just what the people wantThey're sold, sold, soldEverything they have close and tiedThrow away in the heat of the stage lightsThey're buying for your timePressing you to hearTake advantage of the desperationSay come back in a yearThey put their lives on holdFinding every daySo that they may returnOnly to be tamed awayAnd it all turns gold, gold, goldEverything you lay your hand uponYou know just what the people wantThey're sold, sold, soldEverything they have close and tiedThrow away in the heat of the stage lightsAnd I get that it's quite enticingThe lights of the stage are so invitingBut the lights are packed in, the season's overAnd they lost all their credibilityAnd now they have find their new feetKicking themselves for trying, trying to competeAnd it all turns gold, gold, goldEverything you lay your hand uponYou know just what the people wantThey're sold, sold, soldEverything they have close and tiedThrow away in the heat of the stage lights
