Lyrics

You didn't get where your at By hard work or faith It fell into your lap Sat down to a prearranged plate No fuck, no suck You skip along untouched How do those debts get paid? And how do you come out unscathed? While we dig holes with shovels made from broken borrowed gold Everything turns to dust Everything we touch turns to dust It's the backwards Midas touch No callous, no bruise No time served at skull school Straight A's nice curve No balance no invoice no dues Push out the jive And bring in the good vibes It's much easier when your silver spoons werе a birthright While we dig holes with shovеls made from broken borrowed gold Everything turns to dust Everything we touch turns to dust It's the backwards Midas touch