Minor Threat - Salad Days Lyrics

Wishing For The Days When I First Wore This Suit. Baby Has Grown Older, It`s
no Longer Cute. Too Many Voices. They`ve Made Me Mute. Baby Has Grown Older.
it`s No Longer Cute.
but I Stay On, I Stay On. Where Do I Get Off? On To Greener Pastures. The
core Has Gotten Soft.
look At Us Today. We`ve Gotten Soft And Fat. Waiting For The Moment, It`s
just Not Coming Back. So Serious About The Stuff We Lack. Dwell Upon Our
memories But There Are No Facts.

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