I'll use my schizoid children to gain control
They can see into the future
A thousand buildings going up
Tips on land I can invest in
I like my children all screwed up
Gubble, gubble, a 21st century word
(time slip)
Gubble, gubble, a 21st century word
(time slip)
In the 21st century
With a kind of x-ray vision
He sees inside skulls, inside skin
Greens turn to rotten things
A nightmare, endless decay
He sees the buildings crumble
But I don't care
I want to make money
I want to be king
A very distant planet to call home
A brood of schizoid children all my own
They can see into the future
Some people say that it's a curse
I say language is overrated
I like my children and their couple of words
Gubble, gubble, a 21st century word
(time slip)
Gubble, gubble, a 21st century word
(time slip)
In the 21st century
Tell it to me
I don't understand
Time slip in the 21st century
I want a planet of my own I'll use my schizoid children to gain control They can see into the future A thousand buildings going up Tips on land I can invest in I like my children all screwed up Gubble, gubble, a 21st century word (time slip) Gubble, gubble, a 21st century word (time slip) In the 21st century With a kind of x-ray vision He sees inside skulls, inside skin Greens turn to rotten things A nightmare, endless decay He sees the buildings crumble But I don't care I want to make money I want to be king A very distant planet to call home A brood of schizoid children all my own They can see into the future Some people say that it's a curse I say language is overrated I like my children and their couple of words Gubble, gubble, a 21st century word (time slip) Gubble, gubble, a 21st century word (time slip) In the 21st century Tell it to me I don't understand Time slip in the 21st century Explain Request ×
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