His father was a princeton lawyer, a man of meansHis mother soon would come running for a beauty queenAnd a house as big as a hotel on Spencer BoulevardThat's where he got his startEighteen years of summer camp and private schoolsAn all-American golden boy with a silver spoonHis future held all the promisesOf a presidentWonder where it wentIt's hard to be the crown princeWhen it all hits homeYou can't hide behind the wallAround the worldThe throneThe real world's not a playgroundIt's a danger zoneYou find out who you really areWhen the pressure's onHe's the first one in his familyTo wind up second bestHe couldn't pass the testHis share of the fortuneSpent on saving faceHis family comes to visitOn the holiday nightAnd his mother with a drawingThis little little hatHas he got oneAnd a bag ofальноSing him a little tuneI should just send a textThere ain't no freedomOut thereNo place to runJust wrap upThe night is onAnd bed a boy tries to eatYou can't hide behind the walls around the throneSanity's a state of mind where life beginsOr where it ends, it all depends*