Holy Smokes Future Jokes

(álbum: Holy Smokes Future Jokes - 2020)

Holy smokes, these future Jokes
You call me on my landline just to blow some smoke
And tell me that our whole life feels like a hoax
Just like the lunar landing and those talking goats

Surprise, surprise, surprise
Can't you see it shining in my eyes?
Surprise, surprise, surprise
We're all so learned and so civilized, my baby

Holy smokes, these future jokes
Eight billion people spinning just like bicycle spokes
The cinematic scope of the apocalypse
When it all goes to hell there won't be nothing left
But chips and dips in mini-marts
But what's the shelf life of a broken heart?

Surprise, surprise, surprise
Can't you see it shining in my eyes?
Surprise, surprise, surprise
We're all so learned and so civilized, my baby
Oh, my baby
Oh, my baby
Oh, my baby
Oh, my baby
Hey, hey, hey, yeah

Holy smokes, these future jokes
Found your number on a scrap of paper in my coats
The earth has been around for several billion years
And all us humans think we're special but
We're nothing but the unshed tears
Of a distant star, never knowing just who we are

Surprise, surprise, surprise
Can't you see it shining in my eyes?
Surprise, surprise, surprise
Our masochism goes so undisguised
Surprise, surprise, surprise
We're all so learned and so civilized, my baby
Oh, my baby
Oh, my baby
Oh, my baby