His father was a princeton lawyer, a man of means
His mother soon would come running for a beauty queen
And a house as big as a hotel on Spencer Boulevard
That's where he got his start
Eighteen years of summer camp and private schools
An all-American golden boy with a silver spoon
His future held all the promises
Of a president
Wonder where it went
It's hard to be the crown prince
When it all hits home
You can't hide behind the wall
Around the world
The throne
The real world's not a playground
It's a danger zone
You find out who you really are
When the pressure's on
He's the first one in his family
To wind up second best
He couldn't pass the test
His share of the fortune
Spent on saving face
His family comes to visit
On the holiday night
And his mother with a drawing
This little little hat
Has he got one
And a bag ofально



Sing him a little tune

I should just send a text






There ain't no freedom
Out there
No place to run
Just wrap up

The night is on
And bed a boy tries to eat
You can't hide behind the walls around the throne
Sanity's a state of mind where life begins
Or where it ends, it all depends
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