Lost boys and golden girls, down on the corner and all around the world Lost boys and golden girls, down on the corner and all round, all around the
they knew all the things that we know Those Golden Boys All a fraud don't believe their show Would they love you if they knew all the things that we know Golden
make yourself feel better Mother Mary had a man who healed with healing hands Millions of boys stay dead Millions of boys stay dead Millions of boys stay dead Millions of boys
I heard a rumour of a golden age and the stage is gettin' set I heard a rumour of a golden age the stage is gettin' set I heard a rumour of a golden
Sei mir treu wie Gold! Sweetheart mehr wollte ich doch nie! Sei mir treu wie Gold! Sweetheart mehr wollte ich doch nie! Auf das Geld von deinem Herrn
, boys I want you both I hope that you think that's cool (Say word?) I know most guys won't freak together She forgot about the golden rule ? a huh huh
, then get busy on they ass See, that's how that Chi-Town made me, that's how my daddy raised me That glitterin' may not be gold, don't let nobody play
, you fancy, huh? Nail done, hair done Everything did Nails done, hair done Everything did Oh, you fancy, huh? Well, aren't you a breath of fresh air? From all these superficial gold
intricate I wrote the gospel on giving up (You look pretty sinking) But the real bombshells have already sunk (Prima donnas of the gutter) At night we're painting your trash gold
palm trees (Undone) The boys break their necks Tryin' to creep a little sneak peek (At us) You could travel the world But nothing comes close to the golden
All the gold and the guns in the world couldn't get you off All the gold and the guns and the girls couldn't get you off All the boys, all the choices
sucking on a silver spoon Another gold card purchase This daddy's girl thinks the whole world Revolves around her like the moon Each day's her film premiere Where all the boys
to the ceiling (that's right) I was a gentleman, livin in tenements Now I'm swimmin in, all the women that be tens (hoo) Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed
[?] PJ [?] bitch don't bring me no Cristal Veuve Clicquot Champagne like we won the World Cup pull up in that champagne thing, fuck the World up what type of hood nigga wearing yellow gold
do it for they hood It's understood, I do it for the hood I'm talking summertime cookouts and wintertime flights It ain't nothing, we hearing shots all night Ford Taurus pulls up everybody run White boys
trees (Undone) The boys Break their necks Try'na creep a little sneak peek (At us) You could travel the world But nothing comes close To the Golden
me) She's wild man, she's wild! She gives the boys all of her kisses and electricity (Til I come, til I come in her dreams) The golden door of their
Backstreet Listen up This seems so hypnotic, smoke and mirrors, lights and magic Paper faces in gold There's soldier boys, beauty queens, everyone's