Golden Boy - Primus

He was a mighty golden boy, as gold as ever seen

But when he stepped up to the podium, you could tell that boy was mean

His arms was made of nickel, and his forehead made of wood

An affidavit from the principal says, «This boy just ain’t no good»

He stood before the union, and he made a solemn oath

Uphold the purity of his creed, the others he would toast

He worked nights at the liquor mart, and he drank to pad his pay

When he caught him liftin' 40's, he shot a boy last May

His momma asked, «Why?»

No good

His lawyer in the courtroom, made a noble plea

And the judge he gave him eighteen months, but he was out in three

When asked if he ever felt remorse while sittin' up in that pen

He said «Hell no, ya know a thief’s a thief

And I’d shoot that fucker again» (yes I would)

His momma asked, «Why?»