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Your golden child is just

Our favorite smoker

Heading east of nowhere

With a lover's rose

Heading east of nowhere

In his sunday clothes

Heading east of nowhere

With a lover's rose

Too weird to live

Too rare to die

Too fucked to care

A special brand

Of casualty

Of your special brand

Of urban planning

The fortunate son

Silver spoon in hand

He's a fortunate son

Silver spoon in hand