How

cru-

el

is

the

gol-

den

rule,

When

the

lives

we

lived

are

on-

ly

gol-

den

pla-

ted.

And

I

knew

that

the

lights

of

the

ci-

ty

were

too

hea-

vy

for

me,

Though

I

car-

ried

ka-

rats

for

eve-

ry-

one

to

see.

And

I

saw

God

cry

in

the

re-

fle-

ction

of

my

e-

ne-

mies,

And

all

the

lo-

vers

with

no

time

for

me,

And

all

the

mo-

thers

raise

their

ba-

bies

to

stay

a-

way

from

me.

Tongues

on

the

so-

ckets

of

e-

le-

ctric

dreams,

When

the

se-

wage

of

youth

drowned

the

spark

of

my

te-

ens.

And

I

knew

that

the

lights

of

the

ci-

ty

were

too

hea-

vy

for

me,

Though

I

car-

ried

ka-

rats

for

eve-

ry-

one

to

see.

And

I

saw

God

cry

in

the

re-

fle-

ction

of

my

e-

ne-

mies,

And

all

the

lo-

vers

with

no

time

for

me,

And

all

the

mo-

thers

raise

their

ba-

bies

to

stay

a-

way

from

me,

And

pray

they

don’t

grow

up

to

be…