Written in the middle of the night on a drive from San Francisco to Seattle. Guess I needed some rock to keep me awake.
Music/Lyrics/Singing/Playing/Hair and Makeup/Arranging/Recording:Tom O'Brien
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Told from the point of view of those who value money. The Cult of Midas is obviously about greed.
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I can do a magic trick
Change your nckle to a dime
And I know one that's twice as slick
I can steal away your time
And if I could find a way
I would surely make you pay
To get it back
Long s I am drawing breath
I will try and take your gold
But I am not as cold as death
I don't wannna take your soul
But if someday it were mine
I would make you pay that dime
To get it back
Won't you join the cult of Midas
A hundred thousand souls beside us
We bow and scrape to please the king
Cuz he makes gold of everything
Now, we like the shiny coins
How they jingle in our hands
I'm not forcing you to join
But won't you please get off my land?
And if you can read my eyes
It will come as no surprise
When we attack
We will someday rule the Earth,
Venus, Mercury and Mars
And if we find out what they're worth
We can prob'ly buy the stars
If you look into the skies
It will come as no surprise
When we attack
(Chorus)
Won't you lend me all your pennies
Don't tell me you don't have any
I can see your bulging pocket
I need cash to build my rocket
I can do a magic trick
Change your nickel to a dime
And I know one that's twice as slick
I can steal away your time
And if I could find a way
I would surely make you pay
To get it back
(Chorus)
Long as I am drawing breath
I will try and takeyour gold
But I am not as cold as death
I don't wanna take your soul
But if someday it were mine
I would make you pay that dime
To get it back
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