A king has his castle He doesn't feel at home Does he know why they pass him by while he sits on his throne When he dies will they write bout his day and his nights Or the knights who would fight in the cold moonlight Didn't choose this life But he lost the right To complain that he Could of been alright Everything I touch turns to gold You take my crown you take my soul I cannot fake my happiness I know I have got nothing left He's got his money and he's having a good time He's got some problems but he thinks that he's fine He's got a moat and a boat and coat made of stoat He drinks delusions with a bottle of wine Everything I touch turns to gold You take my crown you take my soul I cannot fake my happiness I know I have got nothing left Everything I touch turns to gold You take my crown you take my soul I cannot fake my happiness I know I have got nothing left Everything I touch turns to gold You take my crown you take my soul I cannot fake my happiness I know I have got nothing left Everything I touch turns to gold You take my crown you take my soul I cannot fake my happiness I know I have got nothing left Everything I touch turns to gold You take my crown you take my soul I cannot fake my happiness I know I have got nothing left