Salad Days — текст песни (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 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.