Golden Days

Lounge and stare into the flames
While friends from better times
Go under and under the rug
Leave the best bits
Those flocked, dancing kids
Yes, they'll be saving your bottom, old boy
Beware of the coming daylight
A ray shows under the door
Our golden days
Our golden days
Let's spend our prime
In these fucked up times
Our golden days
The youth is always bored
Their ain't links master sought
Cursing boomers who make them their bed
Those you spit on
They try to change their world
What used to be better
The music, that's all
Beware the forks and torches
Hurry, let's take the back door
Our golden days
Our golden days
Let's spend our prime
In these fucked up times
Our golden days
(Golden days was recorded in front of a live studio audience)
Our golden days
Our golden days
Let's spend our prime
In these fucked up times
Our golden days