Wayne WatsonPressure's on--I can't slow downGot to make it--'fore the best years pass me byUp before dawn--building my crownIn my own eyes it's a noble sacrificeI spend my timeTryin' to make a little hayBefore the sun stops shinin'ChorusMaterial magicGot a spell on meOne more timePile it highSave it up for a rainy dayFor surprises--unexpected tragedyFunny thing isIt can all blow awayLeave ya broken, Leave ya beggin'Down on your kneesIt makes good senseTill the walls of my securityCome crashin' inChorusAnd the checkbooksAnd the credit cards go flyin'You can get 'em in the mailBefore you applyCan my limit take the weight of what I'm buyin'Good money down on my own slice of the pieAre we crazyOr just out of controlThat we bow down to what money can buySeems like people will trade in their soulsFor the pleasure--for the ecstasy of the eyeDoes Jesus weepThat I spend my time collectin'What I cannot keepI heard him sayLay your treasure upWhere the hands of timeCannot decay