Eyeballs float in wet green grass
I got a chainsaw motor that's filled with rain
But when it sings like Bach eyes all bulging
When the pink sun drops the eyelids fold

While I'm in deep REM sleep or twilight zones
I take a freight elevator and press fast forward
I get to grind these teeth and peek through time
If I could bring things back, they'd feed back wild

When I saw the future, the geeks were right

Egghead boys with thin white legs
They got modified features and software brains
But that's what the girls like
The geeks were right

When I saw the future, the geeks were right

Predator skills, chemical wars, plastic islands at sea
Watch what the [bad word] with machines

Eyeballs float in wet green grass
I'm in a chainsaw choir in dreams that bend
To let me cut their time and stretch out Bach
I make the dry eyes roll and wet eyes cross

While I'm in deep REM sleep or twilight zones
I take the freight elevator and press fast forward
So I can grind these teeth and peek through time
If I could bring things back, they'd feed back wild

And when I saw the future, the geeks were right