Halcyon days are not a thing
Nostalgia is no excuse for stupidity
I don't believe in golden ages
Or presidents that put kids in cages
America awaits on bended knee
Can't you see?
Sweet children, Locke's burden
Why did mother draw the curtains?
Free will is your dilemma (what will the dust remember?)
Tell me where do you really want to be?
At the end of history?
Utopia is an opiated dream
What we want is an open society
One torn and frayed at the edges
Pages of imperfect changes
And every hallmark of rationality
Can't you see?
Sweet children, Locke's burden
Why did mother draw the curtains?
Free will is your dilemma (what will the dust remember?)
Tell me where do you really want to be?
At the end of history?
At the end of history nobody will be innocent
Of naked crimes against eternity
We're in the last second of our December
Tell me how do you want to be remembered?
For generosity or a f*cking monstrosity?
Tell me where do you really want to be?
At the end of history?
Tell me where do you really want to be?
At the end of history?
Tell me where do you really want to be?
At the end of history?
Tell me where do you really want to be?
At the end of history?
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Halcyon days are not a thing
Nostalgia is no excuse for stupidity
I don't believe in golden ages
Or presidents that put kids in cages
America awaits on bended knee
Can't you see?
Sweet children, Locke's burden
Why did mother draw the curtains?
Free will is your dilemma (what will the dust remember?)
Tell me where do you really want to be?
At the end of history?
Utopia is an opiated dream
What we want is an open society
One torn and frayed at the edges
Pages of imperfect changes
And every hallmark of rationality
Can't you see?
Sweet children, Locke's burden
Why did mother draw the curtains?
Free will is your dilemma (what will the dust remember?)
Tell me where do you really want to be?
At the end of history?
At the end of history nobody will be innocent
Of naked crimes against eternity
We're in the last second of our December
Tell me how do you want to be remembered?
For generosity or a f*cking monstrosity?
Tell me where do you really want to be?
At the end of history?
Tell me where do you really want to be?
At the end of history?
Tell me where do you really want to be?
At the end of history?
Tell me where do you really want to be?
At the end of history?
Nostalgia is no excuse for stupidity
I don't believe in golden ages
Or presidents that put kids in cages
America awaits on bended knee
Can't you see?
Sweet children, Locke's burden
Why did mother draw the curtains?
Free will is your dilemma (what will the dust remember?)
Tell me where do you really want to be?
At the end of history?
Utopia is an opiated dream
What we want is an open society
One torn and frayed at the edges
Pages of imperfect changes
And every hallmark of rationality
Can't you see?
Sweet children, Locke's burden
Why did mother draw the curtains?
Free will is your dilemma (what will the dust remember?)
Tell me where do you really want to be?
At the end of history?
At the end of history nobody will be innocent
Of naked crimes against eternity
We're in the last second of our December
Tell me how do you want to be remembered?
For generosity or a f*cking monstrosity?
Tell me where do you really want to be?
At the end of history?
Tell me where do you really want to be?
At the end of history?
Tell me where do you really want to be?
At the end of history?
Tell me where do you really want to be?
At the end of history?
Writer: Carlos de la Garza, Greg Graffin, Brett Gurewitz
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.