Bob Mould Silver Age
The spring is over
No more golden race
All the ease and the peace has suddenly faded away
I lived a century
Filled with sorrow and sin
There's no right no wrong such a godless state I'm in
Another rock saint gonna take my place
You say a cheap prayer to my pretty face yeah
You better pray for rain now
Never too old to contain my rage
A silver age, a silver age
This is how I'm gonna spend my days
Gonna fight gonna f..ck gonna feed
Gonna walk away
Stupid little kid wanna hate my game
I don't need a spot in your hall of fame no
It's all a f..ckin game, yo
I'm wiping my face of the shit you say
In the silver age I walk away singing
The silver age is calling out a melody
Breaking me was hard to do
I had to break away from you
But since you found my switch
I've been falling on my face
And now it comes so clear
The love sigh I hear you sing
The silver age is calling out a melody
The silver age is calling out a melody
