In the future that we used to imagine 
The one they pictured in those old magazines 
Their tomorrow-land is so old fashioned 
A delusion of the modern dream 
But they had a skyway to the city towers 
And we're still rocking over stones and tar 
I've been crawling down the freeway for hours 
I want my fusion-powered flying car 
This ain't the modern world that I remember 
The one they promised all us boys and girls 
This ain't the vision that the artist rendered 
What happened to my modern world? 
They said my leisure time was gonna be bitchin' 
I'd have my holographic TV phone 
And we'd be cooking in our one button kitchen 
In our aluminum dymaxion home 
With the enlightened ones leading the nations 
Bringing peace around the world at last 
A utopia of cooperation 
Where injustice is a thing of the past 
It's just a bunch of big baby boomers 
Trying to snatch the last cookie and run 
It's such a comfort to the guilty consumer 
If Armageddon had already begun 
'Cause if the world's a box of chocolate cherries 
Then they can use it up and toss it away 
They make it post-apocalyptic and scary 
To even dream about the future today