It's the year two thousand X

And while i'm type this text i'm a little upset

Why can't i yet give my fingers rest

And hook notepad to my neural nets

And clone my pets, shoes with jets

Mid day lunch interplanetary treks

Yes i'm certain this could work

And don't say otherwise ya'll be shirkin

Imagination don't know no bounds

Globalized information, well it's all around

So why is discovery of what we're gonna be

Still lost and found

So what, there's ice on mars

No colony, still see it from afar

Not on the surface smoking cigars

And tell me where the fuck are my flying cars

Two thousand X

No robo sex

No holo decks

Somebody tell me what what what is next

There's no need for risking your mortality

You'll sky dive in virtual reality

And survive genetic abnormality

Fly into the 4th dimentionality

We are victorious in repute

And trained at the Xavier Institute

Or Shibusen which we then hunt witches and...

Shit look out, she turned me into a newt

(i got better) but that's just a taste

Of where we could be, and where we should be

All the countries, that we could feed

With 10 foot turkeys, that we could breed

So why isnt robot santa slayin

Naughty kids in the beds where they lay in

The future looks to be a bit dismaying

The jetson's lied to me, i'm just sayin...

Two thousand X

No robo sex

No holo decks

Somebody tell me what what what is next

Where are my self tying kicks

3D celebrity pix

Genetically altered trix

And some self building bricks

I want what i have been told

A future i can behold

See science start to unfold

Before i am too old

I'm sold on dilithium

Warp drive the size of my thumb

A hive of villianous scum

Aliens for my chums

So glum when i look around

This planet is going down

Running it into the ground

With no way to rebound