Half holiday

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