your golden child is still our favorite smoker
heading east of nowhere with a lovers rose
heading east of nowhere in his sunday clothes
heading east of nowhere with a lovers rose

too weird to live
too rare to die
too fucked to care

a special brand of casualty
for your special brand of urban planning

he's a fortunate son
silver spoon in hand
such a fortunate son
silver spoon in hand


Lyrics submitted by onethinwallaway

Half A Holiday song meanings
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