Endless days, sleepless nights
turn from weeks in to months
fucking years just goes by
nothing new under my sun
I've got this thing, I can't explain
always start, it never fucking end
I guess I'm outta touch
I guess I'm outta fucking luck
Everything that I do
anything that I try
doesn't work out, and I know why
I've got the Midas Touch
everything that I do
anything that I touch
turn to shit, turn to dust
I've got the Midas Touch
Don't even try to understand
what goes on inside my head
even when I’m succeeding
I feel this inner bleeding
never truly satisfied
I've got no where to hide
always bumping into walls
I'm about to lose it all
I think I'm heading for a fall
always bumping into walls
I've got no self control
I'm heading for a fall
Everything that I do
anything that I touch
turn to shit, turn to dust
I've got the Midas Touch
everything that I do
anything that I try
doesn't work out, I know why
I've got the Midas Touch
Combining crooned murder ballads with raw, angsty hard rock hooks, Melbourne's The Ugly Kings are a wrecking crew well worth watching. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 15, 2021