My eyes are bifocal My hands are sub-jointed I live in the future In my pre-war apartment
And I count all my blessings I have friends in high places And I'm upgraded daily All my wires without traces
Hooked into machine Hooked into machine Hooked into machine I'm hooked into Hooked into
Hooked into machine Hooked into machine Hooked into machine I'm hooked into Hooked into machine
I collect my moments Into a cold respondents With a mightier power Who just lacks my perspectives And who lacks my organics And who covets my defense And I'm downloaded daily I am part of a composite
Hooked into machine Hooked into machine Hooked into machine I'm hooked into Hooked into
Hooked into machine Hooked into machine Hooked into machine I'm hooked into Hooked into machine
Everything's provided Consumate consumer Art of worldly taking Apart from worldly troubles
Living in your pre-war apartment Soon to be your post-war apartment And you live in the future And the future It's here It's bright It's now