We welcome to the world The flight just arrived at gate 17
We welcome to the world the ones who left to find Other states of mind while others stayed behind We welcome to the world the ones who couldn't live it Too late to begin it and too soon to end it
For they are the returning generation
We welcome to the world The flight just arrived at gate 17 Would all passengers who've been In search of other ways of living Check at Information for debriefing
For they are the returning generation
Welcome to the world Where shares can go down as well as up Where 'Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup' Plays on a remastered CD somewhere in Los Angeles While seagulls wheel and the index drops
Research and development, I'm in my element With the last of the elephants brainstorming Never mind what's relevant and never mind selling it While the power drains from the mainframes I'm surfing on the brainwaves Singing free the slaves, Jesus saves And other bullshit literature Washed down in the rainstorm
Welcome to the world Check your hostility At gate17 This is information We eat, we sleep, we shit and fuck and die We speak, we hope, we learn, we try
Welcome to the afterglow Welcome to the show
For we are the returning generation
We welcome to the world The flight just arrived at gate 17 Would all passengers who've been In search of other ways of living Check at Information for debriefing
Too late to enjoy it Too soon to destroy it Too dumb to invent it Too smart to end it
Compositor: Nicholas John Currie (Currie Nick) ECAD: Obra #4472068