Let computers raise the kids. Buy yourself a Mercedes Benz. Get yourself your own TV show. Please make sure your neighbors know.
This is the future, this is the future, we are the empty while others are butchered. This is the future, trust your computer. I won't, I don't.
I don't want to be a slave to the here, the new or the now.
I just want to drift away and keep my head above the clouds.
New religion creates hypocrites. Angry people with Botox lips.
Politicians are an empty joke. They feed us lies and sell us hope and dope.
This is the future, this is the future, we are the empty while others are butchered. This is the future, trust your computer but I can't, I won't I don't.
I don't want to be a slave to the here, the new or the now.
I just want to drift away and keep my head above the clouds.
We are the slaves of a digital age. We could find a way, but we won't.
Here's to the future...
Digital Natives Video (MV)
Performed By: Aztec Milk Temple
Language: English
Length: 5:20
Written by: Ronald Braxton Fugate, Vincent Joseph Martin, Scott Tucker
Aztec Milk Temple - Digital Natives Lyrics
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English
Let computers raise the kids. Buy yourself a Mercedes Benz. Get yourself your own TV show. Please make sure your neighbors know.
This is the future, this is the future, we are the empty while others are butchered. This is the future, trust your computer. I won't, I don't.
I don't want to be a slave to the here, the new or the now.
I just want to drift away and keep my head above the clouds.
New religion creates hypocrites. Angry people with Botox lips.
Politicians are an empty joke. They feed us lies and sell us hope and dope.
This is the future, this is the future, we are the empty while others are butchered. This is the future, trust your computer but I can't, I won't I don't.
I don't want to be a slave to the here, the new or the now.
I just want to drift away and keep my head above the clouds.
We are the slaves of a digital age. We could find a way, but we won't.
Here's to the future...
This is the future, this is the future, we are the empty while others are butchered. This is the future, trust your computer. I won't, I don't.
I don't want to be a slave to the here, the new or the now.
I just want to drift away and keep my head above the clouds.
New religion creates hypocrites. Angry people with Botox lips.
Politicians are an empty joke. They feed us lies and sell us hope and dope.
This is the future, this is the future, we are the empty while others are butchered. This is the future, trust your computer but I can't, I won't I don't.
I don't want to be a slave to the here, the new or the now.
I just want to drift away and keep my head above the clouds.
We are the slaves of a digital age. We could find a way, but we won't.
Here's to the future...
Writer: Ronald Braxton Fugate, Vincent Joseph Martin, Scott Tucker
Copyright: Lyrics © IDOL PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © IDOL PUBLISHING