Midas
I was born beneath a bad sign
And no matter how I try
I’m gonna be a bad man
Until the day I die
My nightmares seem to haunt me
They follow me around
I try my best to help, and I
Get beaten to the ground
When I think I’m on the up
I’m just preparing for a fall
If it wasn’t for the bad luck
I would have no luck at all
Seems like all my good intentions
Turn and kick me in the crotch
Might as well confess, I’ve got
The anti Midas touch
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