These are our good old days
This our glory road
but the tires have rusted out
our story's soured ground
you sold out for an easy life
you've plowed the fields to dust and ash,
and passed the reigns along
but we've atrophied for anything but song
scorch the earth for heaven hands
turn our backs for childish demands
These are our good old days
This our glory road
but the tires have rusted out
our story's soured ground
you gave us up for frivolity
you've sent us on to be the other way,
float us down the reeds
but we're not your redeeming seeds
we push forward change the channel
remove the crutch and force dismantle
force our hands, but we're not selling out
bind our feet, but we're not giving Up
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