Silver Age - Bob Mould

The spring is over, no more golden race

All the ease and the peace has suddenly faded away

I live a century filled with sorrow and sin

There’s no rights, no wrong, such a godless state I’m in

Another live saint gonna take my place

You say a cheap prayer to my pretty face, yeah

You better pray for rain, yeah

Never too old to contain my rage

The silver age, the silver age

This is how I’m gonna spend my days

Gonna fight, gonna fuck, gonna feed

Gonna walk away

Stupid little kid wanna hate my game

I don’t need a spot in your hall of fame, no

What a fucking 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