Ride With the Idol Richard Marx

Try to remember those ancient evenings
When all we had was just enough
Now the pretender knows why the king is screaming
The grief was finally just too much

I'm going to ride with the idol
Like a creature on display
Tied to the bottom of a cage
Ride with the idol
But it won't turn out the same
I know they won't blow out the flame

Over my shoulder, I know they're waiting
Their dirty hands are everywhere
And as they get closer all the pretense is fading
The face beneath the skin is bare

So now I ride with the idol
Like a creature on display
Tied to the bottom of a cage, oh yeah
Ride with the idol
But it won't turn out the same
I know they won't blow out the flame

I can never learn to say no
Won't they ever let me go?