Half A Holiday Lyrics

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