[Verse 1] Seventies suburbia, a perfect little scene Swallowin' the American Dream But the dream was flakin' off the windowsills They were munchin' on the paint, forgettin' all their ills And now the lead's in the bloodstream, a neurological haze Makin' all the worst decisions from their happy, "good ol' days" [Pre-Chorus] And we're cleanin' up the mess that they left behind A generational debt messin' with our minds! Was it tasty? Was it worth the cost? Now the future's lookin' pretty f***in' lost! [Chorus] Oh, you ate the paint chips! You ate the paint chips! Now you're runnin' the world on a logic that slips! You ate the paint chips! That lead-lined spoon! And you're ruinin' my life from your peachy keen living room! Yeah! [Verse 2] They capped the pension, then they pulled the ladder up Told us "pull your bootstraps" while they're poisonin' the cup They're hoardin' all the houses, sellin' 'em for parts While the lead paint's still a-toxin' up their hearts They vote for a reality that's crumblin' in their hand It's gettin' really hard to try and understand! [Pre-Chorus] And we're cleanin' up the mess that they left behind! A generational debt messin' with our minds! Was it tasty? Was it worth the cost? Now the future's lookin' pretty f***in' lost! [Chorus] Oh, you ate the paint chips! You ate the paint chips! Now you're runnin' the world on a logic that slips! You ate the paint chips! That lead-lined spoon! And you're ruinin' my life from your peachy keen living room! Yeah! [Bridge] (Spoken, over a breakdown with feedback) "Back in my day... we didn't have... safety regulations... ...and we turned out just fine..." (Drum fill into a heavy, chaotic breakdown) DID YOU?! DID YOU TURN OUT FINE?! LOOK AROUND! READ THE SIGN! WE'RE LIVING IN YOUR DISASTER DESIGN! [Guitar Solo- Chaotic, shreddy, and full of whammy bar dive bombs.] [Chorus] - (Slower, heavier, more screamed) YOU! ATE! THE! PAINT! CHIPS! YOU ATE THE PAINT CHIPS! NOW YOU'RE RUNNIN' THE WORLD ON A LOGIC THAT SLIPS! YOU ATE THE PAINT CHIPS! THAT LEAD-LINED SPOON! AND YOU'RE RUININ' MY LIFE FROM YOUR PEACHY KEEN LIVING ROOM! [Outro] (Music breaks down to a single, ringing, distorted guitar note) ...So peachy... ...So keen... (A final, sarcastic, spit-out line) You're so peachy. (Song ends with a crashing guitar chord and feedback)
