Salad Days

Wishing fun days!

When I first wore this suit, baby, I'd screw another!

It's no longer cute!

Too many voices!

They made me mute!

Baby, I'd screw another!

It's no longer cute, but I stay on!

Where do I get off?

On the greener pastures!

The coral's gotten soft!

Look, I stay!

It's gotten soft and fat!

Waiting for the moment!

It's just not coming back!

Man's so serious about the stuff we lack.

dwell upon our memories, but there are no facts.

But as they yawn, where do I get off?

On the green abastures, the coral's gotten soft.

Do you remember that time?

I don't know.

In fact, about, I don't know, three years ago,

that was fucking through with me, buddy.

And, uh, I don't know, man, you know,

it was so cold on Newton that night, man.

Man, hope to God, did you see your phone?

Yeah, how you doing, man?

That was a little cool.

Yeah.

What happened, man?

Wish me fun days, when I first wore this suit Baby, I was grown older, it's no longer cute

Too many voices, they made me mute Baby, I was grown ugly, it's no longer cute

But I stay on, where do I get off?

On the green of pastures, the coral's gotten soft

do you remember when? yeah, so do I. we call those the, uh, salad days. salad days. and

do you remember when? yeah, so do I. they call those the good ol' days. what a fuckin'

lie. i call it a lie.