Lyrics:
This is the storyOf a poor man's sonHe pulled himself upTurned his face to the sunHe burned up the world with a heart on fireAnd tempted the stars when they hid their lightNow everyone wants to touch the golden boyNow everyone wants to touch the golden boyThey made melodyTo support his wordHe's the new high priestOf the scene and herdThey sanctified SidTill he puked up his lifeA prick for an idolWhat a very strange sightNow children are weepingIn a hundred townsThe spitfire wordShot the pilot downThey shoved a ragDown the golden throatAnd put up a columnWhere the poor dog choked