Ignorance is Bliss 

Way back in the 50s when we starched our colours stiffly, 
Men had all the money while the women stayed inside,
Kids played in bombed houses dug up cat bones and rode bogies,
All the secrets remand secrets locked away from prying eyes. 

My point is this:
Is your ignorance bliss,
If not then what
Is?

Then on into the 60s where women found their freedom,
Liberated bodies expanding our minds,
Ban the bomb, don't shoot guns and flowers had the power,
Still we couldn't make decisions, corrupt or otherwise. 

The Seventies brought us Ziggy glamming up our lives,
We flared nostrils and our trousers but still we didn't rise,
We rioted and ducked the bombs: gifts from the Emerald Kings,
Listening to chopped up news that upright channels bring. 

The eighties brought us colour, hair gel and HIV,
Still we used the payphones and still we did not see, 
The only war was cold, even though the planet's warming,
But we didn't stop the digging and we all ignored the warning. 

In enlightened 90s as our greed interconnected,
We all needed to be famous, with huge beacons we erected,
We all needed a tan, longer hair and better skin,
We found it all on this interweb-dial-uppy thing. 

The world post millennium didn't end it kept on turning,
So we all logged on like zombies, but I think that we've stopped learning,
Kids play games imobile and grow fatter than their dads,
There are no secrets anymore: is this good or is it bad?

Now we all own phones that are much smarter than ourselves,
And the web can serve us everything we need right of the shelves,
So we don't go out and feel the wind and rain or see the sun,
God forbid the real world interrupt our online fun.