| In the future that we used to imagine
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| The one they pictured in those old magazines
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| Their tomorrow-land is so old fashioned
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| A delusion of the modern dream
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| But they had a skyway to the city towers
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| And we’re still rocking over stones and tar
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| I’ve been crawling down the freeway for hours
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| I want my fusion-powered flying car
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| This ain’t the modern world that I remember
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| The one they promised all us boys and girls
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| This ain’t the vision that the artist rendered
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| What happened to my modern world?
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| They said my leisure time was gonna be bitchin
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| I’d have my holographic TV phone
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| And we’d be cooking in our One Button kitchen
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| In our aluminum dymaxion home
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| With the enlightened ones leading the nations
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| Bringing peace around the world at last
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| A utopia of cooperation
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| Where injustice is a thing of the past
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| It’s just a bunch of big baby boomers
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| Trying to snatch the last cookie and run
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| It’s such a comfort to the guilty consumer
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| If Armageddon had already begun
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| 'Cause if the world’s a box of chocolate cherries
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| Then they can use it up and toss it away |
| They make it post-apocalyptic and scary
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| To even dream about the future today |