They don't understand why everyone is so upset
About the way things are
I was born here and I love it here
And it seems to me we did ourselves a favor
Old people, shut up about the golden age
I have heard about the golden age
In your generation, whining nostalgia
Makes me tune right out
"Blah, blah, I miss the stars
I heard they look liked pinpricks in a sheet of tin foil
On the window of a dark room"...BIG DEAL!
They said "Sunsets never used to look like this, all blues and greens"
They're beautiful!
Admit it, they're beautiful
It was never an apocalypse
It was our rebirth
Our brave new world
And WalMart X (?) gave us chips in the head
Which gave us an edge on the walking dead
I'm not afraid of the living dead
All you gotta do is shoot em in the head
They fall right down, and let's admit
They were the walking dead a long time ago
Use their
The writing on the wall
It's funny how they never talk about that at all
But as you can see from a thousand miles away
Exactly where we'd be today
With your peak oil production
Your Con Ed disasters
Genetic mutations going faster and faster
Your supercolliders ripping holes in space
Your virtual world, set tonight, time of place
I love it here
This is my home
That would destroy it deserves to be gone
It's a beautiful place full of new possibilities
A canvas wiped clean, the new human race