Born in England's pleasant green, like a picture postcard To childhood spread with maternal care From the day that he was born, relations came to fawn And compliment his pretty hair
In boyhood sent to a boarding school to stay It's proud traditions forced to bear And his friends in new world said, he looks more like a girl With those blue eyes and pretty golden
Fades secluded manhood's search for truth His mother's now wet had turned to stare For he I must be bound
day for London town For I believe my waiting there So, an eager cutting knife He in a new life
Ohh, known beforehand anywhere And the thought that he trip In his and slip struck beneath his pretty golden hair
Ahh, the soon grew thin and boredom fast set in His job was away without a care For a man who softly said, you'll earn as much instead With those blue eyes and pretty hair
Well, London possessed of many a tempters nest And thus he fell with scarce care As so easily he slipped into grip Foundationed by his pretty golden
Ahh, but the years quickly flew and his mind slowly From freedom into deep despair As the money ceased to roll. a tired and soul curses on his pretty golden hair
Ahh, the years stole their time, now, the living's to find And early have vanished in the air And the gay parties's ease to public lavatories Have turned to grey his pretty hair
Ohh, his life was only used and his body abused By those who never and never care But though his file suicide, no, that wasn't why he died It was murder by his pretty golden