Death of the Golden Boy

The devils at the corner store

Hes underestimated me for the last time

And on the seventh floor- an eden built on dead plants and cheap wine

But if you look him in the eyes

You’ll feel the foundation beneath begin to rumble and rise

Just one look, and he’s terrified

But you wouldn’t want to get all mixed up in that tonight

Tonight.

Probably twenty days, and a thousand nights

Thought you’d sort this out from when we were here the last time

Man calm on down, girl you’re really freaking me out

You better cut that shit before I get too deep in the ground

Before the fight in me is finally put out

But if you look him in the eyes

You’ll feel the foundation beneath begin to rumble and rise

Just one look, and you’re terrified

But maybe it’s me who has to be destroyed

And the death of the golden boy, is just the death of a stolen joy I can’t own

The wicked tongue of the viceroy, in his suede shoes and corduroy

Think it’s high time he found himself another home

‘Cause my faith in him is sinking like a stone

And I’m by myself but I’ll never be alone.