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In the future that we used to imagine
The one they pictured in the old magazines
Their tomorrow-land is so old fashioned
A delusion of the modern dream
But they had a skyway to the city towers
And we're still bumping over rock and tar
I've been crawling down the freeway for hours
I want my fusion-powered flying car
This ain't the modern world that I remember
The one they promised all us boys and girls
This ain't the vision that the artist rendered
What happened to my modern world?
My leisure time was gonna be bitchin
On my holographic TV phone
We'd be cooking in a one button kitchen
In our aluminum dymaxion home
The enlightened ones leading the nations
Bringing peace around the world at last
A utopia of cooperation
Where injustice is a thing of the past
Well it was just a bunch of big baby boomers
Trying to snatch the last cookie and run
It's such a comfort to the guilty consumer
If Armageddon had already begun
'Cause if the world's a box of chocolate cherries
Then we can use it up and toss it away
We make it post-apocalyptic and scary
To even think about the future today