I 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 won't shut up about the golden age I have heard about the golden age And your generation-Y nostalgia Makes me tune right out "Blah, blah, I miss the stars I heard they look like pinpricks in a sheet of tin foil Hung in the window of a dark room"...BIG DEAL! They say "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 No fair! 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 away Exactly where we'd be today With your peak oil production Your genetic disasters Genetic mutations growing faster and faster Your supercolliders ripping holes in space Your virtual worlds that deny time and place I'm glad we're here This is my home That world destroyed deserves to be gone It's a beautiful place full of new possibilities A canvas wiped clean, and new realities