Flowing day - 20th Century

There is no oxygen in the air Men and women have lost their hair Ashen faces, legs that stand Ghost and goblins walk in this land When tomorrow becomes yesterday And tomorrow becomes eternity When the soul with the soul goes way beyond When life is taken and there are no more babies born When there is no one and there is everyone When there is no one and there is everyone Tomorrow will be the 22nd century Tomorrow will be the 22nd century Tomorrow will be the 22nd century It will be, it will be, it will be It will be, it will be The 21st century was here and gone And the 20th century was the dawn In the beginning of the end was the 21st When the 20th century was at an end 1990 was the year When the plagues flooded the earth 1988 was the year When men and women struck out for freedom And bloodletting was the thing that was People said there was no cause And there was no reason and there was no cause 1972 was right all the way Drums and bugles blasting all through the day Right wing, left wing, middle of the road And side wind, back swing, back lash, whiplash Grey stockings, red stockings Liberation of women, libertion of men Everyody carry your head low Tomorrow will be the 22nd century Tomorrow will be the 22nd century Tomorrow will be the 22nd century It will be, it will be, it will be It will be Liberation of animals Prevention of cruelty to animals Man and beast, flying and on flying Flying things, revolution of music Poetry, love and lives Sex changing, changing, changing Man is woman, woman is man Even your brain is not your brain Your heart is a plastic thing that can be bought There are no more the diseases that can't be caught Man became the thing, that he wash up man Truly became his god That was the day That man and woman truly became bored Man became his good, man became his evil Man became his god, and man became his devil Tomorrow will be the 22nd century Tomorrow will be the 22nd century Tomorrow will be the 22nd century It will be, it will be, it will be Young women without money caught Big dogs living in marble loves Young men die in the spring Boys of seven falling in love Give their lady fair a diamond ring Wedding, wedding, wedding You know a wedding ain't the thing Don't want no preacher, don't want no preacherman preaching Give me your hand, and take my hand This is better than anybody's preacher man, yeah The truth, the truth is now on pole It says somebody else, somebody else, so am I told Don't sway me over, don't try to sway me over To your day, on your day Your day will go away Tomorrow will be the 22nd century Tomorrow will be the 22nd century Tomorrow will be the 22nd century It will be, it will be, it will be It will be, it will be, it will be It will be, it will be, it will be It will be