My eyes are bifocal

My hands are sept-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