That Golden Rule (Live At Wembley) Lyrics

Son of Henry, I'm the first in line
To the throne, smell my mustard gas
I slash swords through your wooden spine
Well it cut my heart and it blew my head
We made love at the side of the road
Reflex, you better know this flows fast
This river is particularly sinister
Close your eyes and take my handI wanna scream one last death medley
I am looking for a reason to secure a forward motionLove that golden rule, that golden rule
Need that golden rule, that golden rule
Secrets are the truth, they are the truth
We need that silver rule, that silver ruleFace to face with the ball and chain
I'll poke my head up till its red
I tell my secrets and you took my pain
About a broken heart and I will do it again
Son of Henry, I'm the first in line
To the throne, smell my mustard gas
I slash swords through your wooden spine

Well it cut my heart and it blew my headI want to scream one last death medley
I am looking for a reason to secure a forward motionLove that golden rule, that golden rule
Need that golden rule, that golden rule
Secrets are the truth, they are the truth
We need that silver rule, that silver rule
Songwriters
NEIL, SIMON ALEXANDERPublished by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.