(No we can't)



See the ruins of the old world below

That's what our ancestors left us.

Our robot masters will know

How to clean this mess up

And build a better world

For man and machine alike

For the boys and the girls

Who are slaves building spaceships at night

In the fluorescent light.

That's 2009.



(No we can't, No we won't, No we can't, No we won't)



On cold frosty Martian mornings

The chill on my breath is red

Redder than my mother's blood

When she turned to me and said

"This is not how we planned it

But we've gotten ahead of ourselves

Computers rule the planet

And the moon and mars as well

We lost the fight"

That's 2009.



I have a microchip

Implanted in my heart

So if I try to escape

The robots will blow me apart

And my limbs will go flying

And land before the ones that I love

Who would wail and would weep

But the robots would keep them at bay

While I shut my eyes

For the very last time.

Citizens of tomorrow be forewarned.