Momus Midas
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
