Say, where ARE these 'Good Times' I've heard so much about?

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This is inspired by a lot of things, but the title and the hook of "Where are these good times I've heard so much about?" is inspired by the title of the Presidents of the United States of America album "These are the Good Times People." (It's a really great album, by the way.)

We're packing ourselves in a flaky crust of poison gas and radioactive dust
We're handing all the power over to grinning sociopaths who ruin everything they touch
And there must be something left worth fighting for but you know I really can't think of much
That was ever any good but now it's all broken down and covered in rust

Well there's an army of freaks trying take over and make us wear hats on our feet
And there's a pet cause taken up to be beaten into the ground by every bleeding-heart celebrity
And everybody from Pat Robertson to the people with brains in their head agree
There's a big ol' tidal wave of sh*** coming and it's bearing down on me

Well the ice is melting
The city's on fire
And the people are kneeling at the feet of the liars
And the grass was greener
Now it's turning brown
Everything we built up is being torn down
And where are these good times I've heard so much about?
You know I can't see through all the smoke
But I got the feeling the sun's burned out

Well we're quickly coming to a point where freedom of speech will be a piece of dead history
And there's a bunch of Blackshirts trying to re-write the past and make it a capital offense to disagree
Excuse me if I don't think the glass is half-full when it's clearly all empty
Mutually assured destruction doesn't seem to have a bright side to me

Well I've come to believe there's a fatal flaw deep in the hearts of the whole human race
Cause there's a whole generation who, rather than help you,
Would just as soon spit in your face

Well the ice is melting
The city's on fire
And the people are kneeling at the feet of the liars
And the grass was greener
Now it's turning brown
Everything we built up is being torn down
And where are these good times I've heard so much about?
You know I can't see through all the smoke
But I got the feeling the sun's burned out

Well I'm trying to dissent in a country full of apathetic head-wagging yes-men
But there's a very real limit to how much a human soul can take
And it's easy to see signs of the apocalypse everywhere you turn
When your whole world is crumbling around you
And you've run out of things to burn

Well the ice is melting
The city's on fire
And the people are kneeling at the feet of the liars
And the grass was greener
Now it's turning brown
Everything we built up is being torn down
And where are these good times I've heard so much about?
You know I can't see through all the smoke
But I got the feeling the sun's burned out