Machine sing and play along

My eyes are bifocal,

my hands are subjointed.

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 perspectives.

And who lacks my organics and who covets my defects.

And I'm downloaded daily,

I am part of a composite.

Ah,

ah.

Ah, ah, ah,

ah, ah,

Ev'rything'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 live in the future and the future is here.

It's bright, it's now.