We are the golden crowd,
You know our **** don't smell
Our every touch is
Midas's defeat.
Our simple breed
Spins for coin
Our cold desire
Plays the rat pack for chumps.
We agree
We are the golden crowd.
Do you feel the weight of our crowns?
We do, when we awaken,
Before we notice
The silk pillow.
Your patent wolf claws
Curl round seductions globe .
We are the golden crowd
You are the silver ambassadors
Of this gilded tomorrow
We are the golden crowd.
Don't you forget that.
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 4:26 AM UTC
We are the golden crowd,
You know our **** don't smell
Our every touch is
Midas's defeat.
Our simple breed
Spins for coin
Our cold desire
Plays the rat pack for chumps.
We agree
We are the golden crowd.
Do you feel the weight of our crowns?
We do, when we awaken,
Before we notice
The silk pillow.
Your patent wolf claws
Curl round seductions globe .
We are the golden crowd
You are the silver ambassadors
Of this gilded tomorrow
We are the golden crowd.
Don't you forget that.
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