Glory days
I recall the time
When you were untapped
Easy and direct
What makes you think now
That if you’ve got some cash
You deserve respect
You sell what was given to you
For free
chorus
Your happy life will turn into a sad story
One day you’ll realize it’s too late to be sorry
Unable to restore your former glory
Incapable and too weak to go for it
You’ll dream of glory days
Dream of glory days
Your chief export’s love
Body is being sold
In return for gold
Stop and realize
You’ll be written off
When you source runs dry
