Lyrics

[Verse 1] Evening of March 19th Sixteen and clueless in 2003 At my friend Dylan's in the basement smoking ditch weed on the sneak Upstairs, his unfooled parents watched TV Waited for the speech to end And came upstairs to cop some vodka from the cabinet Found his parents crying, standing there instead Dancing slow to some song by The Grateful Dead [Chorus] It's our folklore To inherit the war And pay it forward [Verse 2] Came of age, feeling saddled with that shame Twenty years gone and so much of everything is still the same 'Cept the deserts turned to glass and dollars turned to pocket change And the target of the shifting blame Deny involvement while the laugh track rolls Put it on a yard sign, let your neighbors all know But it's as deeply us as is our very flesh and blood Now let it go [Refrain] Ain't no apocalypse, this ain't the end of days This is the rust ring on the toilet drain we're circling So take a deep breath, this ain't no tragedy This is the sickness we insisted was our remedy [Bridge] Don't stop now, we gotta swallow it down Well, don't stop now, we gotta swallow it down We gotta find a way out [Chorus] (Ain't no apocalypse, this ain't the end of days) It's our folklore (This is the rust ring on the toilet drain we're circling) To inherit the war (So take a deep breath, this ain't no tragedy) And pay it forward (This is the sickness we insisted was our remedy)