Golden

Golden
How cruel is the golden rule?
When the lives we lived are only golden-plated
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me
And though I carry karats for everyone to see
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raised their babies
To stay away from me

Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams
Where the sewage of youth drown the spark of my tears
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me
(too heavy for me)
And though I carry karats for everyone to see (everyone to see)
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raised their babies
To stay away from me
And pray they don't grow up to be me
La canción 'Golden' de Fall Out Boy reflexiona sobre la idea de la regla de oro y cómo puede ser cruel en un mundo donde las vidas que vivimos a menudo están cubiertas solo de oro superficial...