Half A Holiday Lyrics & Chords By 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