We might evolve into a species

With wires from our ears

So we don’t have to listen

To other people’s noise

Now every man’s an island

And everyone’s divine

Cos we can disassociate ourselves

And live in Dreamtime

 

This isn’t really happening

We can block reality

Put your plugs in your lugs

And live in MTV

And if the conversation’s boring

No need to despair

You can text under the table

To someone who really cares

 

I’ve got a thousand friends on MySpace

(That’s if they all exist)

They all act as if they’re famous

Never tell it like it is

When your image is all pixellated

Honesty’s a crime

We can be whoever we want to be

When we live in Dreamtime

 

I keep bumping into people

When I’m walking down the street

They’re too busy watching YouTube

To co-ordinate their feet

I thought Blue Tooth was a pirate

Well he must have robbed their minds

People talking to themselves

In this Dreamtime.