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