And through the valleys they come drumming Dragging whores of fears to come Wrapped in colors, pulling heartstrings Every man and woman strummed
Gather all if you love magic You never seem to have enough Neons, glitters, pulling hat tricks Plowing hearts and seeding lust
Digging holes will leave you breathless Dirty hands and aching arms
They can use our backs as stepping stones They know we love the sound of breaking bones They will use our backs as stepping stones The know how much we love those breaking bones
Here comes Midas' second coming They won't turn back, they're too far gone