Midas

Taking pills in the green-room My neighbor back home got me-too'd And I'm ready for something new Sucking down one more lozenge World war three in progress And I could really use someone like you And isn't it cruel Yeah isn't it cruel How we do Make a truce with myself and call me Midas in reverse 'Cause everything I touch turns eventually to dirt I'll make a truce with myself and I don't recon that I'm cursed But everything I touch turns eventually to dirt Yeah Getting Midas'd in reverse Getting Midas'd in reverse Cause everything I touch I could be your reflection I'm a whore for affection Hope you don't mind I sleep too late She's a Ukrainian model Moved to LA in high school Fly to Japan on Christmas break And isn't it cruel Yeah isn't it cruel How we do Make a truce with myself and call me Midas in reverse 'Cause everything I touch turns eventually to dirt I'll make a truce with myself and I don't recon that I'm cursed But everything I touch turns eventually to dirt Yeah Getting Midas'd in reverse Getting Midas'd in reverse Cause everything I touch Everything I touch turns eventually to dirt Everything I touch turns eventually to dirt Oh everything I touch turns eventually to dirt Everything I touch turns eventually to dirt