Where is tomorrow’s world, Elvis’s lip is curled
Wishing upon a star, where is my flying car
I have a mobile phone to call my stupid clone
Reboot my robot dog choked up on city smog

Moving sidewalks roll by but we won’t get very far
Technocratic promises and still no flying car

I’m like a replicant who has a brain implant
You got me on the run, I was just having fun
And when I’m called upon to put my jetpack on
I will be free a last to leave the future past

I’ve seen the screen of death, I need to take a breath
The dreams we had are gone, they live from dusk ’til dawn
So let us seal the deal, give me my air-mobile
Then I can fly away and reach the milky way

Moving sidewalks roll by but we won’t get very far
Technocratic promises and still no flying car

Moimir Papalescu / Peter Van Krbetz / Leon Stevenson

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