You brushed your teeth and found your calling at the bottom of a swamp There was no air but to be clear darkness was all you wanted And now just floating to the surface hoping to find some kind of light Revised your look but something stinks and you will never smell right There's a crooked line that runs through every crease in this map And you want to take us all the way back To see the rot in no disguise Oh what a time to be alive The scum, the shame, the fucking lies Oh what a time to be alive Oh what a time to be alive You've been carving tales for dummies out of live oak and out of pine Let's turn your heroes into mummies throw them straight onto the fire Yeah just below the surface lurking a shadow breathing through a straw Clinging to the myth that you were cheated Oh the myth that you were robbed And there's a crooked line that runs through every crease in this map And you want to take us all the way back To see the rot in no disguise Oh what a time to be alive The scum, the shame, the fucking lies Oh what a time to be alive Oh what a time to be alive We can't pretend to be surprised Oh what a time to be alive The seasons change and some survive Oh what a time to be alive Oh what a time to be alive Oh what a time to be alive Oh what a time to be alive Oh what a time To be alive