Les paroles de la chanson
« Half a holiday »
Fight Amp

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