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