With laptops made of calfskin
Wrought to spread the holy will
Disseminating dogma
Using lapis, gold and quill
And the word was with the few and the few were very strong
A ma** communication where you feel you don't belong
Now the words that flow between us run like torrents through the air
Connecting every man at any moment anywhere
Seems that what's important at the end of the day
Down through all the ages just the same old things to say
Sure, the aldermen and theigns did tarry
Warmed in winter halls
With new ideas and learning locked up
Safe within their walls
Till the patrons all did strive, with the "Blue Plague brigade"
Victorian reformers will be smiling in their graves
To hear how the news spread between us
Something good to tell the world?
Though it's mostly dumb and they say it's cheap
There's a talk plan made for everyone
To think some people deny this
In a free state, tongues too should be free
And in desperate lands, the disaffected hand
Sprays "Save the world" upon the street
Now the words that flow between us run like torrents through the air
Connecting every man at any moment, anywhere
Seems that what's important at the end of the day
It's ma** communication and we call can have our say
We may speak of creature comforts
But still our greatest feat
Is to see and hear and understand
The words upon the street