I don't understand why everyone's 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 won't shut up about the 'Golden Age'
I've heard about your 'Golden Age'
And your generation line nostalgia
Makes me tune right out

Blah Blah, I miss the stars
I heard they look like pinpricks
In our sheet of tin-foil
Hung in the window of a dark room (BIG DEAL!)

They say the 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 World War 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

You there! The writing on the wall
It's funny how you never talk about that at all
But, as you can see from a thousand miles a way
Exactly where we'd be today

With your pre-coil production
Your genetics disasters
Your net imitations going faster and faster
Your super-colliders ripping holes in space
Your virtual worlds that deny time and place

Well, I'm glad we're here
This is my home
That world destroyed deserves to be gone
It's beautiful place full of new possibilities
The camera's wiped clean for new realities