[Verse 1] Back in ’82 we ruled the street, Riding rusted bikes with no shoes on our feet, Drank hose water straight from the yard… Somehow survived on vibes and poor decisions. We built ramps from broken doors, Jumped shopping trolleys into storms, One kid ate dirt for twenty bucks… And honestly became more powerful somehow. Mum would yell: “BE HOME BEFORE DARK!” That was the entire parenting plan, No GPS. No tracking app. Just vibes and mild negligence. [Pre-Chorus] If you got hurt? You rubbed dirt on it. If you broke a bone? You hid it till Tuesday. [Chorus] We used to live outside, Now kids survive on Wi-Fi, Back then we fought with sticks and mud… Now arguments happen through emojis and thumbs. We climbed trees way too high, Nearly died like fifty times, Now little Timmy loses signal once… And acts like civilization’s ending. [Verse 2] Back then “streaming” meant a creek, Now kids watch billionaires react to cheese, We played football till sunset hit… Now people pull hamstrings reaching for chargers. Saturday mornings were sacred lands, Cartoons, cereal, ninja plans, Now boys stay up till 4AM… Watching conspiracy videos about sentient avocados. We had one phone in the house, Attached to the wall like ancient magic, And if your friend answered first… You suddenly forgot how language worked. [Chorus] We used to live outside, Covered head to toe in grime, Now boys send each other memes… While sitting three feet apart silently. Back then we drank weird colored cordial, And launched fireworks from cereal boxes, Now twelve-year-olds have skincare routines… And emotional support LED lighting. [Bridge] Back then dads fixed things by yelling, And hitting engines with a wrench, Now every appliance needs… A software update and emotional permission. We learned geography from getting lost, And survival from angry magpies, Now phones say: “Turn left in 300 meters.” [Solo] Violin solo (music only) [Verse 3] We had mullets, questionable shorts, And sunscreen was considered “weakness,” Every photo from the 80s looks like… A hostage situation at a cricket match. Now boys dance for social media likes, While old men post: “Kids today are soft.” Sir… You cried for six hours when Facebook changed the layout. Meanwhile somewhere in a garage… Dave still talks about BMX glory, Though his knees now make microwave noises… Every time he stands up too quickly. [Final Chorus] We used to live outside, Sunburnt, chaotic, borderline feral, And somehow every generation thinks… Their childhood was the last “real” one. Now life’s all apps and screens, Passwords, updates, dopamine, But honestly if the internet dies… Nobody under twenty’s surviving five minutes.
