My eyes are bifocal My hands are sub jointed I live in the future In my prewar apartment And I count all my blessings I have friends in high places And I'm upgraded daily All my wires without traces 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 correspondence With a mightier power Who just lacks my perspective And who lacks my organics And who covets my defects And I'm downloaded daily I am part of a composite 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 Consummate consumer Part of worldly taking Apart from worldly troubles Living in your prewar apartment Soon to be your postwar apartment And you lived in the future And the future It's here It's bright It's now
