The hits keep coming
They keep on coming
And I can't get out of the way
You use your words like a weapon
With mass repercussions just
Flying all over the place
You know the the fur’s gonna fly
Baby, there’s no where to hide
You know the the fur’s gonna fly
No matter what you say
This is the golden rage
Alright, alright ok
How does it feel up there
On your high, high horse
Judging everybody below
Who’s right, who’s wrong
Who’s side are you on
Father, son or Holy Ghost
You know the the fur’s gonna fly
Baby, there’s no where to hide
You know the the fur’s gonna fly
No matter what you say
This is the golden rage
What a time to be so afraid
[Grab your pitchfork/Nobody knows ya
Don’t back down now/Lose your composure
Grab your pitchfork/Chip on your shoulder
Try one, get some/Everyone owes ya]
This is the golden rage
This is the golden rage
We’re in the golden rage
credits
from MOOD,
released December 7, 2018
Music and lyrics by Fashion Week
Drums by Seth Earnest
Recorded by Seth Earnest, Luke DeJaynes and Tyler Ross
Mixed by Seth Earnest
Mastered by Ben Kesler
Cover photo by Jared Hevron
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