What a Time to Be Alive
(What a, What a, What a, What a)
What a fucking time to be alive
What a fucking time to watch the world burn while inside
I'm laughing to the gallows
Nothing else to do but cry
What a fucking time to be alive
Imagining a leader who didn't hate
Imagining a leader who cared for people over ratings
Who didn't kick when folks were down just to put them in their place
Imagining a leader who didn't hate
Tell your poor that they deserve to die
And if she calls you out, then she's a bitch for stepping out of line
'Cause you know it's a sign of weakness to apologise
What a fucking time to be alive
Try to punish us 'cause someone punished you
Try to fix the hole inside with money, tanks and troops
I'm laughing to the gallows, nothing else to do but cry
But when you're on your own deathbed
In your golden cell up on 5th Ave
And your kids don't care 'cause they never did
And your base can't cheer you out of it
With no little people left to hit
And no tricks left to try
Millions will still cry
What a fucking time to be alive
What a fucking time to be alive
What a fucking time to watch the world burn while inside
I'm laughing to the gallows
Nothing else to do but cry
What a fucking time to be alive
Imagining a leader who didn't hate
Imagining a leader who cared for people over ratings
Who didn't kick when folks were down just to put them in their place
Imagining a leader who didn't hate
Tell your poor that they deserve to die
And if she calls you out, then she's a bitch for stepping out of line
'Cause you know it's a sign of weakness to apologise
What a fucking time to be alive
Try to punish us 'cause someone punished you
Try to fix the hole inside with money, tanks and troops
I'm laughing to the gallows, nothing else to do but cry
But when you're on your own deathbed
In your golden cell up on 5th Ave
And your kids don't care 'cause they never did
And your base can't cheer you out of it
With no little people left to hit
And no tricks left to try
Millions will still cry
What a fucking time to be alive
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Writer(s): Charlene Kaye
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