Featuring former Silk kid and future Ultravox frontman Midge Ure on vocals, drummer Rusty Egan (whose future resumé would include stints in Visage and Thin Lizzy), and guitarist Steve New along with Matlock, the Rich Kids had chops and enthusiasm, but a rather lopsided sense of direction, wavering between punk and glam without ever landing comfortably in either, and while the band managed a few stray tracks that worked - most notably their self-titled debut single and the title cut from their sole album, Ghosts of Princes in Towers - most of their output was goopy and overdone ( Mick Ronson's production on the album didn't help one bit), with Ure's highly theatrical vocal style more than a bit irritating in large doses. However, left to his own devices, Matlock wasn't in much better shape after leaving the Pistols, Matlock formed the Rich Kids, and while he brought his knack for a hook with him, his new band wasn't nearly as exciting (admittedly a tall order). They’ll lie for you, decide for you And buy up all your rights and all your wrongs.History has taught that the Sex Pistols didn't do themselves many favors by sacking bassist Glen Matlock in favor of public spectacle and heroin poster boy Sid Vicious, especially since it soon became obvious that without Matlock, the Pistols didn't have an especially strong songwriter onboard (or a bassist with a working command of his instrument). I’m leaving by night I’m leaving alone I’m leaving it lie When you waken I’ll be gone I would not beg for me As I would not beg for you Though I’d like to be the one to see you through Every step you have taken Disappears with the tide You’re torn up and shaken With changing your mind You haven’t got the grace To say you’ll finally decide And you haven’t got The strength to stay to fight They say you are foolish In wanting the sun Say you are selfish In learning to run Tell you that the darkness Is a blessing in disguise For you never have to notice If you’re sighted or you’re blind And they’ll do their best To keep you from the light Those people who surround you only Want to see you weak enough to crawl. I’m not tired, I’m not sleeping, I’m not thinking Uninspired, I’m just wasted on your love I’m sliding with the rain across your window As I hide in the sheets like a phantom on the run Flesh to flesh, and I’m rising Flesh to flesh, and I’m rising ‘Don’t talk, only touch,’ you said ‘Don’t watch me too much,’ you said I hear my silence as it weeps before your eyes On my black lace shoulder Did you whisper? Are you waiting? Do you know me? Unimagined in your unawakened love I’m empty like a stranger in your valleys I’m lost in the wind and I long to come to rest Face to face, without feeling Face to face, only stealing ‘Don’t give me your heart,’ you said ‘We’re much too apart,’ you said I hear my silence as it weeps before your eyes On my black lace shoulder It’s not over, it’s not clearer, it’s not daylight Unenlightened by your superstitious love I’m falling from this fantasy of feeling I’m lost in the night and the rain won’t lead me home Flesh to flesh, and I’m sinking Flesh to flesh, without thinking ‘Don’t think that I’m cold,’ you said ‘My love will unfold,’ you said I hear my silence as it weeps before your eyes On my black lace shoulder