Lyrics

Midas, the king with the golden brain My lust is also my pain In Babylon, people are swung And rung like bells Your heaven on earth Is our hell My life doesn't mean anything The people I loved, the people I killed Hang like flowers on a string I drink golden wine Eat golden bread Give golden head The sickening crush Of metal on flesh Hangs heavy as lead Midas, your totally putrid power Disguises your murders as flowers Logic is gone In Babylon Where we live now Clanging like bells Dancing like swells Around your sacred cow He gave us the gun The king with the golden brain He says we've got to shoot someone Or break someone or marry someone Make someone feel our pain The tongues in your bells The blood in your wells The guilt in your throne We ejaculate Mechanical hate Into your golden phone Midas, the king with the golden brain Spiders are vastly more sane They live in their webs Watching their eggs With six or eight eyes Spin in the sun Killing no-one Or just a few flies