The Man of the Future

Lyrics

Make you a proposition
I take that back
How much do you sell it for
I'll buy it
Yeah it's cheese
It will always be cheese
This is cheese

This is cheese
C'est fromage

Walking into the limelight
I fell into the footlight
Something didn't smell right
It was cheese
Had to be

This is cheese
This is cheese
C'est fromage

Into the night
Into your mouth
Through the back of your head
I see you
Through the night

Squeezing golf balls through my weenie
The pain disease laughter everywhere

Birds away
Drop your load
Into the night
Bombs explode

The cold stink of a plan gone awry
Choppers and coppers everywhere

Everywhere through the night
Everywhere into the night
Everywhere the sirens through the night
Into the night

Into the night
Into your mouth
Through the night
Through the back of your head
Into your mouth
I see you
Into the night

I feel nothing
That's why I sing this song
I feel nothing
Nothing all day long

I live in a city
I was born in one too
I live in a city
What else can I do

I work in an office
Everyone looks the same
I work in an office
I can spell my name

It's raining broken glass
While I sit on my ass
People dive into the street
While I play with my meat
I like to watch
Planes explode
I like to watch
The money shot
My steel melted and my tower is coming down

When it rains
The dirt
Don't go away

There are many things in the world
And you are one of them
Many things keep happening and
You are one of them
And the happening that is you
Keeps falling like snow
On the landscape of not you
Love recognized

Desire in the street
Desire feel the beat
Desire it's concrete
Desire in the street
What you see's not what you get

Desire in the street
Desire feel the beat
Desire feel my meat
It's concrete
I'm in heat
Desire smell my feet
Desire lick my teat
What you see's not what you get

Desire in the street
Feel the beat
Feel the heat
In your seat
Desire

I belong to the master race
Of genetically superior beings
Who engineer themselves
For technical perfection
I choose to engineer myself
I'm a work in progress
Please pardon my appearance
It's only information

We conform
To the needs of technology
All phenomena
Will be explained
We don't need bodies
Only information
The man of the future
Is an engineered product

Work
Hygiene
Nutrition
Exercise
Those who cannot adapt
Must be destroyed
It's regrettable
It's a technical necessity