They don't understand why everyone is so upsetnAbout the way things arenI was born here and I love it herenAnd it seems to me we did ourselves a favornnOld people, shut up about the golden agenI have heard about the golden agenIn your generation, whining nostalgianMakes me tune right outnnBlah, blah, I miss the starsnI heard they look liked pinpricks in a sheet of tin foilnOn the window of a dark room...BIG DEAL!nnThey said Sunsets never used to look like this, all blues and greensnThey're beautiful!nAdmit it, they're beautifulnnIt was never an apocalypsenIt was our rebirthnOur brave new worldnAnd WalMart X (?) gave us chips in the headnWhich gave us an edge on the walking deadnnI'm not afraid of the living deadnAll you gotta do is shoot em in the headnThey fall right down, and let's admitnThey were the walking dead a long time agonnUse theirnThe writing on the wallnIt's funny how they never talk about that at allnBut as you can see from a thousand miles awaynExactly where we'd be todaynnWith your peak oil productionnYour Con Ed disastersnGenetic mutations going faster and fasternYour supercolliders ripping holes in spacenYour virtual world, set tonight, time of placennI love it herenThis is my homenThat would destroy it deserves to be gonenIt's a beautiful place full of new possibilitiesnA canvas wiped clean, the new human racenn