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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 broke my hand We made love at the side of the road the rains lashing better row this boat fast This pretty river is particularly sinister Close your eyes and take my hand I want to scream one last death medley Im looking for a reason to secure a forward motion Chorus Love that golden rule, that golden rule Need that golden rule, that golden rule Secrets are the truth, they are the truth I need that silver rule, that silver rule im Face to face with a ball and chain my bulbous heads flapping til its red. I tell my secrets and expose my pain ive had a broken heart and I wont 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 broke my hand I want to scream one last death medley I am looking for a reason to secure a forward motion Love that golden rule that golden rule Need that golden rule that golden rule Secrets are the truth they are the truth i need that silver rule that silver rule |