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Golden Age
The Golden Age
On the backs of hard time workers, rode the Golden Gilded Calf, who like a hatchet split the oak tree into two unpleasant halves.
- Come ye golden age of plenty, jus you pray enough if there, the boat that rowed you here is starving and you promised you would share.
- In the golden age we're invited, golden age, oh golden age get excited.
Pain can change a person into something you don't know, I've seen entire generations feel the hurt and give up hope.
- Come the sweet smoke of nostalgia, cheapest high that never lasts, fills your mind all full of memories that never came to pass like the golden age.
In this land you burn or freeze, there will be no temperate season
- Will all ships be arisen in the rising of the tide?
- Or all voices undesired simply drown without goodbye?
In the golden age, golden age, can u dig it? Golden age, whoa golden age, buy a ticket