This is the story Of a poor man's son He pulled himself up Turned his face to the sun
He burned up the world with a heart on fire And tempted the stars when they hid their light
Now everyone wants to touch the golden boy Now everyone wants to touch the golden boy
They made melody To support his word He's the new high priest Of the scene and herd
They sanctified Sid Till he puked up his life A prick for an idol What a very strange sight
Now children are weeping In a hundred towns The spitfire word Shot the pilot down
They shoved a rag Down the golden throat And put up a column Where the poor dog chokedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.