You have prosthetic wings You drive a surveillance van You're always doing seven things You write the code for brain implants There are no papers on you The laws don't cover what you do You and your think-tank entourage Are all counterculture demigods
You're so technical You go hacking around the world You're so technical, baby Are you a boy or a girl?
You have some extra limbs You look like a Swiss Army knife (with wings) Dance like a Hindu deity Best friends with Timothy Leary
You're a Libertarian The death of the left was you You look like Herbert Von Karajan You live underneath the zoo