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