[Verse 1] You paved the roads with cheap cement, cut corners, called it „good intent.“ Sold the future for a pension plan, now you’re crying ’bout the mess — well, guess who ran the van? You broke the rails and called it growth, burned the forests, swore an oath that „someone else will clean it up“… Now here we are — surprise! Good luck. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] You built your nest from borrowed time, now you’re falling through the cracks you left behind. And we’re the ones who have to sweep — while you complain you „can’t sleep cheap.“ ⸻ [Chorus] Danke, Boomer Doomer — for the climate, for the debt, for the politics of rumor. Danke, Boomer Doomer — you got yours first, now the bill comes sooner. You left us rust and empty trains, plastic oceans, concrete brains. Danke, Boomer Doomer — you broke the world and blamed the junior. ⸻ [Verse 2] You love to say „back in my day,“ but back in your day you threw it all away. Cheap flights, three cars, big lawns to mow, „What’s CO₂?“ — you didn’t want to know. You voted fear, you voted rage, wrote history in a fossil page. Now you’re old and feeling doom — but honey, that’s your living room. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] You stretched the earth like bubblegum, and now you’re shocked it’s coming undone. You warn us not to „act too fast“ — but your slow-motion crash is here at last. ⸻ [Chorus] Danke, Boomer Doomer — for the climate, for the debt, for the politics of rumor. Danke, Boomer Doomer — you got yours first, now the bill comes sooner. You left us rust and empty trains, plastic oceans, concrete brains. Danke, Boomer Doomer — you broke the world and blamed the junior. ⸻ [Bridge – spoken sarcastic] Oh, now you’re scared? Now it’s „children, please fix what we ignored?“ You ate the cake, then locked the fridge — and yelled at us for being poor. Cute. ⸻ [Final Chorus – bigger, angrier] Danke, Boomer Doomer — you cashed the checks and left us rumors. Danke, Boomer Doomer — we live your quake, you shake in tumors. But we’ll rebuild what you let burn, and you’ll watch progress make its turn. Danke, Boomer Doomer — we rise from all your late-life gloom, sir.
