it's the year two thousand X
and while i'm type this text i'm a little upset
why can't i yet give my fingers rest
and hook notepad to my neural nets
and clone my pets, shoes with jets
mid day lunch interplanetary treks
yes i'm certain this could work
and don't say otherwise ya'll be shirkin
imagination don't know no bounds
globalized information, well it's all around
so why is discovery of what we're gonna be
still lost and found
so what, there's ice on mars
no colony, still see it from afar
not on the surface smoking cigars
and tell me where the f** are my flying cars
two thousand X
no robo s**
no holo decks
somebody tell me what what what is next
there's no need for risking your mortality
you'll sky dive in virtual reality
and survive genetic abnormality
fly into the 4th dimentionality
we are victorious in repute
and trained at the Xavier Institute
or Shibusen which we then hunt witches and...
sh** look out, she turned me into a newt
(i got better) but that's just a taste
of where we could be, and where we should be
all the countries, that we could feed
with 10 foot turkeys, that we could breed
so why isnt robot santa slayin
naughty kids in the beds where they lay in
the future looks to be a bit dismaying
the jetson's lied to me, i'm just sayin...
two thousand X
no robo s**
no holo decks
somebody tell me what what what is next
where are my self tying kicks
3D celebrity pix
genetically altered trix
and some self building bricks
i want what i have been told
a future i can behold
see science start to unfold
before i am too old
i'm sold on dilithium
warp drive the size of my thumb
a hive of villianous scum
aliens for my chums
so glum when i look around
this planet is going down
running it into the ground
with no way to rebound