Midland City Society

When the wolves came down, came down
Down to ground
And the corporate ladder fell rung by rung
And the businessmen went south like birds on clouds
Flocking for the warmth old money brings

Making worlds go round on silver strings
Making heads go round 'til we believe

We dig each day and pray we strike gold
We curse at clouds above and dirt below
We fight for our beliefs, but we've no proof
All we've ever known has any truth

Making worlds go round on silver strings
Making heads go round 'til we believe
It's the air and chill that first light brings
And the red sun shining for tomorrow's heat

Milked for what it's worth
Not much else, but gold
A desert king or queen
Beautiful and old

Making worlds go round on silver strings
Making heads go round 'til we believe
It's the air and chill that first light brings
And the red sun shining for tomorrow's heat