How cruel is the golden rule
When the lives we live are only golden plated
And I Knew That The Lights of the city were too heavy for me
And though I carried Karats for everyone to see
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raise their babies to
stay away from me
Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams
Where the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens
And I Knew That The Lights of the city were too heavy for me
And though I carried Karats for everyone to see
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raise their babies to
stay away from me
And pray they don't grow up to be