Twenty First Century
That morning I zipped up my turquoise ORLON jump suit Caught the monorail for off world Terminal nine Two thousand light years Bound for New London Glance at wrist TV Got my kinky suede Chelsea boots with Cuban heel Got my vibro needle gun in transparent pocket on thigh préparez-vous au saut dans l'espace hyper Twenty first century Two Thousand AD Ergonomic red perspex chair Get me the station at Mull X quadrant nine the third dimension The war against the Parn Hobbs end Twenty first century I know that square black pills taste of lamb Green pills make you tense And teeth stretch blue ice pole plastic Its the twenty first century Skeleton hand scan opens alloy door with faint hiss Clone of young David McCallum And Julie Christie with modular breasts in grey felt Economic migrants from Venus Its the twenty first century I'm having trouble with my implant Its weeping No more cold war No more blonde cosmonaut Wake me up from this suspended animation Tolchok the grahzny bratchny It's the magma I think the crew are dead My arm is turning into a fucking cactus I'm going to Westminster Abbey to kill TV News crew Twenty first century OH my Holo gogs No longer can I spill glass of Cinzano Bianco using only my mind Twenty first century I have come from your future to warn you We didn't make it to Mars we only got as far as the shops
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