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