Top of the fold, toast of the town everyone stops when you come around. They hold their breath for you. Heroes are born. Idols are made. We're all fools for this factory fame and you've got the brand new face. You've got the brand new face, golden boy.

Beauty untamed, stupid and wild poster boy, you're society's child. Cut your teeth. Cut your mouth.
Cut it out. Meteor rise from obscurity, all it took was a killing spree and the whole world was lying at your feet, golden boy.

I know my place. Stick to my lines. Stay in your shadow, don't block your light so you can shine divine. So you can shine divine, golden boy.