This Modern World
Words and Music by Joe Bolinger
If it were eighteen sixty five
I probably wouldn’t be alive.
Bit by a snake, or shot by a gun
I wouldn’t have made it to 31
But it’s the year two thousand eleven
And it’s just like Heaven,
Man, it’s just like heaven.
We live so long now, we might as well be gods,
What are the odds, now,
What are the odds
Of living in this modern world?
If it were nineteen fourteen
I woulda been married by the age of 18
A life that goes as fast as it comes
I wouldn’t have made it to 31
Chorus
If it were seventeen seventy six
We all would’ve died whenever we got sick
No time to get sad, no time to get bored
Just living and dying and fighting in wars
I probably wouldn’t be alive.
Bit by a snake, or shot by a gun
I wouldn’t have made it to 31
But it’s the year two thousand eleven
And it’s just like Heaven,
Man, it’s just like heaven.
We live so long now, we might as well be gods,
What are the odds, now,
What are the odds
Of living in this modern world?
If it were nineteen fourteen
I woulda been married by the age of 18
A life that goes as fast as it comes
I wouldn’t have made it to 31
Chorus
If it were seventeen seventy six
We all would’ve died whenever we got sick
No time to get sad, no time to get bored
Just living and dying and fighting in wars