My eyes are bifocal
My hands are sub jointed
I live in the future

In my prewar apartment
And I count all my blessings
I have friends in high places

And I'm upgraded daily
All my wires without traces


Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine

I'm hooked into hooked into
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine

Hooked into machine
I'm hooked into
Hooked into machine


I collect my moments
Into a correspondence

With a mightier power
Who just lacks my perspective
And who lacks my organics

And who covets my defects
And I'm downloaded daily
I am part of a composite


Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine

Hooked into machine
I'm hooked into, hooked into
Hooked into machine

Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
I'm hooked into

Hooked into machine

Everything's provided

Consummate consumer
Part of worldly taking
Apart from worldly troubles

Living in your prewar apartment
Soon to be your postwar apartment
And you lived in the future

And the future
It's here
It's bright

It's now