Salad Days

Minor Threat

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 ugly,

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 no coming back

So serious

About the stuff we lack

Dwell upon our memories

But there are no facts