22nd Century

There is no oxygen in the air

Men and women have lost their hair

Ashen faces, legs that stand

Ghosts and goblins walk in this land

When tomorrow becomes yesterday

And tomorrow becomes eternity

When the soul with the soul goes away beyond

When life is taken and there are no more babies born

And there is no one and there is everyone

Tomorrow will be the 22nd century

Tomorrow will be the 22nd century

Tomorrow will be the 22nd century

Tomorrow will be, it will be

It will be, it will be, it will be, it will be, ah

21st century was here and gone

And the 20th century was the dawn

The beginning of the end was the 21st

When the 20th century was at an end

1990 was the year when the plagues struck the earth

1988 was the year when men and women struck out for freedom

And bloodletting was the thing that was

People said there was no god

There was no reason and there was no cause

1972 was right all the way

Drums and bugles blasting thoughout the day

Right wing, left wing, middle of the road

Side winder, back-swinger, backlash, whiplash

Race stockings, red stockings

Liberation of women, liberation of men

Everybody carrying a heavy load

Tomorrow will be the 22nd century

Tomorrow will be the 22nd century

It will be, it will be, it will be, ah

Liberation of animals

Prevention of cruelty to animals

Men and beast

Flying and on-flying flying things

Revolution of music, poetry, love and life

Sex change, change, change

Man is woman, woman is man

Even your brain is not your brain

Your heart is a plastic thing

Which can be bought

There are no more diseases

Which can be caught

Man became the thing that he worships

Man today became his god

That was the day that man and woman truly became bored

Man became his good and man became his evil

Man became his god and man became his devil

Tomorrow will be the 22nd century

Tomorrow will be the 22nd century

Tomorrow will be

It will be, it will be, ah

Young women without money caught

Big dogs living in marble lofts

Young men die in spring

Boys of seven falling in love

Give that lady fair a diamond ring

Wedding, wedding, wedding

No a wedding ain't the thing

Don't want no preacher

Don't want no preacher man preaching

Give me your hand and take my hand

This is better than anybody's preacher man

The truth, the truth, the truth is now unfold

It says seven years, seven years, or so I am told

Don't sway me over

Don't try to sway me over to your day

Or your day on your day will truly go away

Tomorrow will be the 22nd century

Tomorrow will be the 22nd century

Tomorrow will be

It will be, it will be, ah