Modern World - David Wilcox

In the future that we used to imagine

The one they pictured in those old magazines

Their tomorrow-land is so old fashioned

A delusion of the modern dream

But they had a skyway to the city towers

And we’re still rocking over stones and tar

I’ve been crawling down the freeway for hours

I want my fusion-powered flying car

This ain’t the modern world that I remember

The one they promised all us boys and girls

This ain’t the vision that the artist rendered

What happened to my modern world?

They said my leisure time was gonna be bitchin

I’d have my holographic TV phone

And we’d be cooking in our One Button kitchen

In our aluminum dymaxion home

With the enlightened ones leading the nations

Bringing peace around the world at last

A utopia of cooperation

Where injustice is a thing of the past

It’s just a bunch of big baby boomers

Trying to snatch the last cookie and run

It’s such a comfort to the guilty consumer

If Armageddon had already begun

'Cause if the world’s a box of chocolate cherries

Then they can use it up and toss it away

They make it post-apocalyptic and scary

To even dream about the future today