You had it all
At your birth
Golden spoon
Stuck between your teeth
You never had
To work a day
Got everything on a fucking silver plate

From your golden seat it seems
So easy to judge me
Despite all that glory you'll see
Something you'd like to be

Leather seats
Brand new car
Diamond rings for dollar whores
No need to know
How to live
No need to see misery

From your golden seat it seems
So easy to judge me
Despite all that glory you'll see
Something you'd like to be

People call me jealous but I
Would never trade our parts
Might as well tell you why
'cos I got something your money can't buy

But I don't mind
That's okay
As long as you stay away
From my life
From my sight
I don't need your advice!

(Wuorinen, Spring 2009)