Minor Threat Album

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

But I stay on, I stay on
Where do I get off?
On to greener pastures
The core has gotten soft.

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...

No way to go
Which way to go
Where did we go
Why did we go
Why did we go
Where did we go
How did we go
Why did we go
No way to go

The time has come for everyone to party
The time has come for everyone to get down

I'm a bored boy born in a rut
Some say my manners ain't the best
Some of my friends have been in a whole lot of trouble
And some say i'm no better than the rest

But tell your mama and your papa
Sometimes good guys don't wear white

Everyday, I work hard
At night I spend a restless time
The rich kids and their lazy money
They can't hold a candle to mine

So tell your mama and your papa
Sometimes good guys don't wear white

Good guys bad guys which is which?
The white collar worker or digger in the ditch
Man who's to say who's the better man
I'm always doing the best I can
Best I can

You thought I had a dirty mind
All the messed up chicks
Of the changing times
White filth and easy living
Can't come close
To the love that I've given

So tell your mama and your papa
Sometimes good guys don't wear white

They don't wear white