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
Silver Age Lyrics performed by Bob Mould are property and copyright of the authors, artists and labels. You should note that Silver Age Lyrics performed by Bob Mould is only provided for educational purposes only and if you like the song you should buy the CD