Greetings Earthlings!
Don't let the computers destroy your life
Careful of the games they play with the modern technology
Oh let me tell you in this new age
Babylon culture, don't worship technology
And bow to computers, for the microchip is gone
Chip and failure, and bring you straight forward
To creation. In this new age
Babylon culture, don't worship technology
And bow to computers, for the microchip is gone
Chip and failure, and bring you straight forward
To creation. And now we're slowly depending on the machinery
Man make the machine and get shopping
Slowly depending on the technology
Caught in the web and can't come out
In 1999 they did not pretend to worry
Wonder if the clock did not go stop
Counting down the time, New Year's Eve
2000 come and gone and now you think things sweet
Man you catch a virus on the internet
And be careful of the emails that you collect
I see the whole world gone computer literate
And to the birds and the bees them is illiterate
You've got access to everything on the internet
But experienced teachers wisdom come from around your desk
Oh the microchip is gone, chip and failure
And bring you straight forward to creation
Young Julia got a sad story, stayed awake late nights
In a text glory
Long letters, long lines
Night after night anticipated
Meet a blind date Stacey
Full of anxiety
And butterflies in belly
He wanted to make a first impression
A real memory
So the morning of the day
That man rise early
Got to get prepared
Looking fresh and ready
But when he meet Stacey
Him almost go crazy
Couldn't believe what his eyes did
Oh all the emails
She was a he-mail
And just a disguise online
What a shame oh child
New Age, Babylon culture
Don't worship technology
And bow to computers
But the microchip is gone
Chip and failure
And bring you straight forward to creation
In this New Age, Babylon culture
Don't worship technology
And bow to computers
The microchip is gone
Chip and failure
And bring you straight forward to creation
Slowly depending on the machinery
Man make the machine and get your peanut
Slowly depending on them technology
Part in the web and can't come out
No let manual days be a thing of the past
You clock in and you clock out
Clock wise and clock hard
It's like my bread gin where you farm
Axel warm to the grass
Him say you lose everything on digital bars
And too much digital
Maybe critical physical loss
Slowly you getting lazy
And you don't know the half
What a day when your database
Is them crash
And everything come to a stop
Succeed is over