Y2K0Y

Am I just like that lady from 1985
Not the year but the song
From back when the radio played some shit I liked
And strung my heart strings along

I sound like a boomer talking glory days
George Bush and those shoes, juicy sweats, the black parade
But they weren’t that glorious anyways
We reelected him, we watched as he bombed away

You’re looking back with some hot pink rhinestoned glasses
Don’t remember you in ed hardy being that happy
I remember when we yelled at the sky, oh
Y2K oh why, are we all gonna die

Do you recall when we all heard of North Korea
Scared the “evil axis” was gonna nuke our asses
Then we all kept our heads down for 8 whole years
Razr phones, sheep clones, drone strikes, Calabasas

Super sweet sixteens and other obscene
Aging celebs in their cribs, looking for love, doing blow
It was the birth of the virtual reality
TV teenage dreams dashed on all of our screens

You’re looking back with some hot pink rhinestoned glasses
Don’t remember you in ed hardy being that happy
I remember when we yelled at the sky
Oh Y2K oh why are we all gonna die

When did this 180 nostalgia trip happen make it stop
Now they’re saying that blink 182 is classic rock
I had original thoughts, I had some jeans that fit
Come to think of it, they never really did

Could’ve sworn I was seventeen yesterday
I was born at the dawn of end of days

You’re looking back with some baby blue rhinestoned glasses
Don’t remember you in ed hardy being that happy
I remember the tears through your waterlined eyes
The waterboarding, the lies, the bowling for Columbine
I remember when we yelled at the sky
Oh Y2K oh why are we all gonna die

Are we all gonna die

Are we all gonna die