can you show me a good trick show me some magic can you pull the whole world from my ear i hate how the best things keep disappearing like leonard and bowie and the ice caps here and we re left with this ignorant bliss when we find a good thing we can t hold onto it the golden age it sure was great the sun was so pretty we couldn t look away now i can t see my brother my sister or mother through the rose colored glasses of my own news feed and the sermon i m giving in this new algorithm it s falling on deaf ears cause the choir already believes tell me where are our heroes are they stuck at the wall cause we got some real villains to stop before they kill us all the golden age it s ours to save i hear the bells ringing are you awake can you show me a your best trick your slick brand of magic your pen s not a wand to make us disappear i see what you re doing with the jews and the muslims you re sawing us all in half with your fake fear my heart s full of love and all kinds of peace but i think even i could punch a nazi in the face the golden age it goes away if we just stand here with our hands up begging don t shoot please i m sure mars is nice and i do love the moon but this is my home i m not leaving anytime soon so call if you need me i promise i m there with a thermos of coffee and cups to share i ll be out on my island until the dawn breaks hanging out with the night watch my lamp raised