Midas

They line up in droves

Bare their teeth, put on a show

You're cashing on their dreams

Your checkbook sights their hopes

They'll bleed if you ask

Stop breathing if the same

You're playing with your food

Reeling in your pray

And it all turns gold, gold, gold

Everything you lay your hand upon

You know just what the people want

They're sold, sold, sold

Everything they have close and tied

Throw away in the heat of the stage lights

They're buying for your time

Pressing you to hear

Take advantage of the desperation

Say come back in a year

They put their lives on hold

Finding every day

So that they may return

Only to be tamed away

And it all turns gold, gold, gold

Everything you lay your hand upon

You know just what the people want

They're sold, sold, sold

Everything they have close and tied

Throw away in the heat of the stage lights

And I get that it's quite enticing

The lights of the stage are so inviting

But the lights are packed in, the season's over

And they lost all their credibility

And now they have find their new feet

Kicking themselves for trying, trying to compete

And it all turns gold, gold, gold

Everything you lay your hand upon

You know just what the people want

They're sold, sold, sold

Everything they have close and tied

Throw away in the heat of the stage lights