7th Son - Edwyn Collins

You flew too near the sun

But that don’t make you the golden one

Seventh son of a seventh son

But that don’t make you the chosen one

Sun burned the molten sky

You singed your wings so you couldn’t fly

You fell to earth that’s no disgrace

You found your soul when you lost your face

But earthbound you stuck around

Underwhelmed by the realm you found

They sold you out for what it’s worth

Welcome to the planet earth

You flew too near the sun

But that that don’t make you the golden one

Seventh son of a seventh son

But that don’t make you the chosen one

Back street preacher’s blues divine

Bitter sweet like holy wine

But when your flock had gathered round

You had to dumb your message down

But still they didn’t understand

A stranger ¡n a stranger land

They sold you out that’s no disgrace

Welcome to the human race

You flew too near the sun

But that don’t make you the golden one

Seventh son of a seventh son

But that don’t make you the chosen one

Now you’ve found yourself alone