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• Artiste: Bob Mould
• Titre: Silver Age
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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