Golden Age

Collect reward upon your knees again
This drip-feed ain't enough
This day this week this year or ever

Cut me out the part that bleeds

I get it right, get it right this time, I get it right
Get it right this time
I am so ill at ease, question everything I need

You've got to run away, turn and face the golden age
You've got to run away, turn and face the golden age

That angel is a buzzing fly, making circles all inside
Makes me want for an escape
Kiss the toe and lick the heel of every motherfucker here
Or have I better pure intent?
Lose myself and laugh instead?

You've got to run away
Turn and face the golden age
You've got to run away
Turn and face the golden age

Get it right, get it right this time
Get it right, get it right this time
I get it right, get it right this time
I get it right, get it right this time

Collect reward upon your knees again
This drip-feed ain't enough
This day this week this year or ever

You've got to run away, turn and face the golden age
You've got to run away, turn and face the golden age

Bring me to my knees, you're everything I need

Get it right, get it right this time
Get it right, get it right this time
I get it right, get it right this time
I get it right, get it right this time



Credits
Writer(s): Ethan Jack Stockley-young, James Arthur Upton, Theodore Jay Shield-polyzoides, Caius Phillip Stockley-young, Nathan Jack Gane
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