let's pour the poison on   this time is mine   this time is yours   here's a toast to our future   here's to nostalgia   now throw it in the trash   we'll erase the salad days   or they'll never end   we have created a shining new slate   to be read and discarded      for our day is not one in many a year   and i will relish our memories and vices   days in the years to come      and from the flame to the choke   open the mind, crumbles the body   it's good times to kill   it's not a secret though certainly it's a trick   but we'll die anyway   we may choose the time   and we may choose the speed   slow on down   slow to the climax   fly to the end      for our day is not one in many a year   and i will relish our memories and vices   days in the years to come