The Age Of Mediocrity

Poppy posts a picture of her beige-colored wall

Gets a hundred-thousand hearts and a sponsorship call

For a line of lukewarm soda and a patented new yawn

While the Mona Lisa's hangin' in a pawnshop 'til the dawn

The algorithm knows you, son, it's got your number down

Ya like your protein shaken lumpy and your coffee slightly brown

So it feeds you silly card tricks and a dance that's kinda neat

And you give another thumbs-up from your comfy privileged seat.

So raise your glass of room-temp crap to everything that's "meh"

It's the Golden Age of "Good Enough,

"so hey, what can you say?

Bang the drum for the almost-done, let's give a half-cheer, "Why?"

We're livin' in the Age of Mediocrity And no one's aimin' high.

Wrote this song with fire, had a thunder-crackin' sound

Then they ran it through the data-sieve 'til not a soul was found

I worried it was "difficult" or "aggressively unique,"

So I sanded off my own edges, left it flavorless and meek.

Now it sounds like every jingle for a soap that doesn't clean

The safest little earworm that you've ever-never seen

It's a hit inside my Echo Dot, the critics call it "nice,"

If you like this boring verse, well, the bridge is half the price.

So raise your glass of room-temp crap to everything that's "meh"

It's the Golden Age of "Good Enough,

"so hey, what can you say?

Bang the drum for the almost-done, let's give a half-cheer, "Why?"

We're livin' in the Age of Mediocrity And no one's aimin' high.

The geniuses are boring us, the prophets are a chore

The revolutionaries are all selling things in-store

They took the lightning from the sky, the devil from the deep

And put 'em in a focus group and lulled 'em both to sleep

We celebrate the average, put the B-team on a float

The man who almost climbed the hill, the girl they call "the goat"

'Cause excellence is scary and it might just make you think

So let's all stare into our phones 'cause everything just stinks.

So raise your glass of room-temp crap to everything that's "meh"

It's the Golden Age of "Good Enough,

"so hey, what can you say?

Beat the drum for the almost-done, let's give a half-cheer, "Why?"

We're livin' in the Age of Mediocrity And no one's aimin' high.

Yeah, no one's aimin' high...

We're just the nation... of En-Shitification