The Bad Old Days

When I was young, some older people seemed so cruel The games they played had such infuriating rules But the youth would make things better when we came of age I overestimated rage Don't get me wrong, our rights have overall increased But growing, too, has been a retrogressive beast And the monster's made of ordinary folks who long For those old rules that did us wrong I hear their praise for the bad old days They long to be free of you and me while the world decays Their perfect future's a homogenous display It only works if the exceptions go away So if being who you are is likely to disrupt Get ready to be rounded up I hear their praise for the bad old days They long to be free of you and me while the world decays I'm with you and I hope that you're with me Small fish in need of solidarity The fash are out there getting jacked I hope some of my allies are inclined to punch back! They say their enemies are weak, but also strong They say it's obvious which people should belong And the rest of us can serve them if we just behave And thank them for the crumbs they gave But if being who you are is likely to disrupt Get ready to be rounded up We hear their praise for the bad old days They long to be free of you and me while the world decays We hear their praise for the bad old days 'Cause you and me are accursed anomalies to be erased