Soft Times

I haven’t been through much worth mentioning
I haven’t had my share of anything
But time to come’s cheap
Though it feels strangely pouring in
For someone might see so much more in it
Soft times ahead
Just another slow cooker pushing lead
(Just another slow cooker pushing lead)
They tell me it’s alright
At the time it wasn’t really worth the fight
(At the time it wasn’t really worth the fight)
I was born at the end of the century
I don’t remember much
But I’m sure it was a breeze
It felt good
Gold-tinged like a melody
Everyday if I break out and take it like a man
Soft times ahead
Just another thousand deaths before I’m dead
(Just another thousand deaths before I’m dead)
They tell me it’s alright
At the time it wasn’t really worth the fight
(At the time it wasn’t really worth the fight)
Oh, Django (Oh, Django)
Take me away with memories light and free
(Oh, Django, Oh, Django)