I listen to the robo-sages on the late night
ooh and ah over holographic passports
If the world's run by private cabal
whatever you want you can get in on
We can do quite a bit using the hi-tech

This day makes no connection to tomorrow
Arrows and crosses go into the mixed drinks
The young girls k-hole most of the night
The cat ignores sleep, its eyes fixed
Morning brings the newspaper, a new date on it

Then another day ends saying sleep tight
We roll over, dreaming that we're walking
arm-in-arm with gentle people and
summer becomes so very colorful