This is the story 

Of a poor man's son

He pulled himself up

Turned his face to the sun



He burned up the world with a heart on fire

And tempted the stars when they hid their light



Now everyone wants to touch the golden boy

Now everyone wants to touch the golden boy



They made melody

To support his word

He's the new high priest

Of the scene and herd



They sanctified Sid

Till he puked up his life

A prick for an idol

What a very strange sight



Now children are weeping

In a hundred towns

The spitfire word

Shot the pilot down



They shoved a rag

Down the golden throat

And put up a column

Where the poor dog choked