A Consumer's World

It's a world of gold

The story's been told

Everything comes at a price

And all success comes from vice

No more heart

No more art

It's a consumer's world

Slowly coming unfurled

Saints are made of gold

Their stories all told

Each complete with a fall guy 

Whose are you going to buy

Politics are a means to an end

No rule is too small or big to bend

All fighting for power

Every moment, every hour

Vote for your imprisoner

And watch the fallout linger

A lust for control

Will lose your soul

 

Saints are made of gold

Their stories all told

Each complete with a fall guy 

Whose are you going to buy

All heroes are in stone

Buried and all alone

None are left to save us

From all this superficial fuss

We could be heroes

But no one wants to impose

On the empire of gold

Or what the future has to hold

Saints are made of gold

Their stories all told

Each complete with a fall guy 

Whose are you going to buy