In the year 2-o-o-5
If she's lucky to still be alive,
Maybe that girl who was playing on the rail line,
will find...

In the year 2-o-o-6
They're gonna close down Ft. Dix,
But not for a total lack of war,
But cause today's weapons don't cut it no more

In the year 2-o-o-8
They're gonna officially sanctify hate
You'll not think, there's no need to,
Your ancestors chose your enemies for you

In the year 2010
They won't be able to find a decent hen,
Not because of any modified food,
But 'cause singling out one breed wasn't that good

In the year 2-o-1-3
There ain't gonna be nothing good on TV,
There'll be nothing but "reality" on the air,
But we'll all be way too stupid to care

In the year 2-o-2-zero
Some rightwing zealot will be declared the global hero,
The "Reverend" will look around himself and say
''It's almost time for the Judgement day''

In the year 20 and 31
We're gonna have warped ideas of fun
We'll play "Go Fish" On the Play Station 8,
But we'll be so dumb that we'll think it's great

In the year 20 and 45
Paul McCartney will still be alive
But society will be at collapse's brink,
'Cause only the leaders will be allowed to think

We might cry a billion tears
In the span of fifty-odd years
For what we never knew
For our brains we probably slew
But through the eternal night
The hope of twilight
So very far away
Maybe it actually WON'T HAPPEN ONE DAY.....that

In the year 2-o-o-5
If she's lucky to still be alive,
Maybe that girl who was playing on the rail line,
will find...