Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa
If we're so much the same like I always hear, why such different fortunes and fates
Some of us live in a cloud of fear, some live behind iron gates
Why such different fortunes and fates, some are blessed and some are cursed
Some live behind iron gates, while others see only the worst
Some are blessed and some are cursed, the Golden One or scarred from birth
While others only see the worst, such a lot of pain on the earth
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa
The Golden One or scarred from birth, some things can never be changed
Such a lot of pain on this earth, it's somehow so badly arranged
Some things can never be changed, some reasons will never come clear
It's somehow so badly arranged, if we're so much the same like I always hear
Some are blessed and some are cursed, the Golden One or scarred from birth
While others only see the worst, such a lot of pain on the earth
Some are blessed and some are cursed, the Golden One or scarred from birth
While others only see the worst, such a lot of pain on the earth
Such a lot of pain on the earth Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa
*Nifty Guitar Solo*
Some are blessed and some are cursed, the Golden One or scarred from birth
While others only see the worst, such a lot of pain on the earth
Some are blessed and some are cursed, the Golden One or scarred from birth
While others only see the worst, such a lot of pain on the earth
Such a lot of pain, such a lot of pain, such a lot of pain on the earth