Golden Age
Can you show me a good trick
Show me some magic
Can you pull the whole world From my ear?
I hate how the best things
Keep disappearing Like Leonard and Bowie
And the ice caps here
And we're left with this
Ignorant bliss
When we find a good thing
We can't hold onto it
THE GOLDEN AGE
IT SURE WAS GREAT THE SUN WAS SO PRETTY
WE COULDN'T LOOK AWAY
Now I can't see my brother
My sister or mother
Through the rose-colored glasses
Of my own news feed
And the sermon I'm giving
In this new algorithm
It's falling on deaf ears
Cause the choir already believes
Tell me, where are our heroes
Are they stuck at the wall?
Cause we got some real villains to stop
Before they kill us all
THE GOLDEN AGE
IT'S OURS TO SAVE
I HEAR THE BELLS RINGING
ARE YOU AWAKE?
Can you show me a your best trick
Your slick brand of magic
Your pen's not a wand
To make us disappear
I see what you're doing
With the Jews and the Muslims
You're sawing us all
In half with your fake fear
My heart's full of love And all kinds of peace
But I think even
I Could punch a Nazi In the face
THE GOLDEN AGE IT GOES AWAY
IF WE JUST STAND HERE
WITH OUR HANDS UP
BEGGING, "DON'T SHOOT, PLEASE!"
I'm sure Mars is nice
And I do love the moon
But this is my home
I'm not leaving anytime soon
So call if you need me I promise I'm there
With a thermos of coffee
And cups to share
I'll be out on my island
Until the dawn breaks
Hanging out with the night watch
My lamp raised
Show me some magic
Can you pull the whole world From my ear?
I hate how the best things
Keep disappearing Like Leonard and Bowie
And the ice caps here
And we're left with this
Ignorant bliss
When we find a good thing
We can't hold onto it
THE GOLDEN AGE
IT SURE WAS GREAT THE SUN WAS SO PRETTY
WE COULDN'T LOOK AWAY
Now I can't see my brother
My sister or mother
Through the rose-colored glasses
Of my own news feed
And the sermon I'm giving
In this new algorithm
It's falling on deaf ears
Cause the choir already believes
Tell me, where are our heroes
Are they stuck at the wall?
Cause we got some real villains to stop
Before they kill us all
THE GOLDEN AGE
IT'S OURS TO SAVE
I HEAR THE BELLS RINGING
ARE YOU AWAKE?
Can you show me a your best trick
Your slick brand of magic
Your pen's not a wand
To make us disappear
I see what you're doing
With the Jews and the Muslims
You're sawing us all
In half with your fake fear
My heart's full of love And all kinds of peace
But I think even
I Could punch a Nazi In the face
THE GOLDEN AGE IT GOES AWAY
IF WE JUST STAND HERE
WITH OUR HANDS UP
BEGGING, "DON'T SHOOT, PLEASE!"
I'm sure Mars is nice
And I do love the moon
But this is my home
I'm not leaving anytime soon
So call if you need me I promise I'm there
With a thermos of coffee
And cups to share
I'll be out on my island
Until the dawn breaks
Hanging out with the night watch
My lamp raised
Credits
Writer(s): Laura Burhenn
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