You grew up in a womb of need
Rich friends flew to Waikiki
Swept the floors
In high end stores
Selling cool pomposity
You wore clothes from remainder bins
Hotties danced in Gucci sins
To God, you swore
Youâd make a score
Become the next financial prince
Golden Boy
Itâs far too late
The things you buy
Canât heal your pain
Golden Boy
Itâs far too late
Childhood stings
Never fade
All the toys in the world
Not going to soothe your wounds
All the toys in the world
Wonât erase the gloom
Of the child who lacked
While others played
And watched in silent rage
Of the child who hurt
And felt ashamed
Crying inside his room
Tycoons lured you to their cave
Taught you how to cheat and rape
You walk the streets
All alone
Own a castle
Lost your home
Golden Boy, youâve got to change
Golden Boy, you need to be saved
All the toys in the world
Letâs put them in a pile
All the toys in the world
Letâs set them all on fire
Burn, baby, burn
All the toys in the world