Good Old Days

A crying mother
Holds her baby tight
She won't let go
She doesn't know

A man in uniform
Stands at the door
Don't try to run
He'll have a gun
These are the Good Old Days
We'll remember when we get old
These are the Good Old Days
That make us feel so cold

The voice of the few
Ring oh so clear
They take the worst
But no one's first

These are the Good Old Days
We'll remember when we get old
These are the Good Old Days
That make us feel so cold