Wayne Watson Material Magic
Wayne Watson Pressure's on--I can't slow down Got to make it--'fore the best years pass me by Up before dawn--building my crown In my own eyes it's a noble sacrifice I spend my time Tryin' to make a little hay Before the sun stops shinin' Chorus Material magic Got a spell on me One more time Pile it high Save it up for a rainy day For surprises--unexpected tragedy Funny thing is It can all blow away Leave ya broken, Leave ya beggin' Down on your knees It makes good sense Till the walls of my security Come crashin' in Chorus And the checkbooks And the credit cards go flyin' You can get 'em in the mail Before you apply Can my limit take the weight of what I'm buyin' Good money down on my own slice of the pie Are we crazy Or just out of control That we bow down to what money can buy Seems like people will trade in their souls For the pleasure--for the ecstasy of the eye Does Jesus weep That I spend my time collectin' What I cannot keep I heard him say Lay your treasure up Where the hands of time Cannot decay
