I donīt know how the future started
We might as well all be retarded
Cut from an image turned to stone
Makinī me feel it to the bone
Deep in the jungle or Sahara
Real people carry on regardless
Left unaffected left alone
The sun, the earth, the moon their home
In the beginning
Or the old days
Surreal lives and mine are strange
Oh yeah I say
Itīs like futuretarded
Cīmon baby donīt say
Cīmon baby donīt mind
Every night every day
Everything will be right
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