The Predicament of Modern Man

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Tommy Thompson III

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This is a song for all you hippies
It's called, um, The Predicament of Modern Man

Back in the days of knights in armor, back when honor ruled the soul
That was when Christians loved their brothers, back when pagan heads did roll

Back when Pluto was still a planet, back when the moon was made of cheese
Now these billionaires, these no-good bandits, fly Saturn's rings for a low, low fee
Yeah, the situation is awful, reflective of the predicament of modern man
One flies up and he touches heaven, the other begs from the first one's hand

Yes, the other begs from the first one's hand
Back when the Romans wore their togas, back when the streets were lined in gold
You could find a crucifix on every corner, Jupiter smiled down and hold their own
Back before Eiffel ruined Paris, back before Pitson poisoned the land

Back before a president ever did care if natural man ran naked through hill and dale
Natural man in his fur-lined fancy, got no need for poetry, got no need for song
Natural man, he's more than pleased he knows, modern man has done gone wrong
Yes, modern man has done gone wrong

Well, I've been wondering what a little grey alien might think of you if he saw me now
Say, is that the same slave that built my pyramids
I'd have thought by now that you'd have torn those down
And ain't it strange and somewhat bewildering what a modern man'll do for cash

Sell tickets to the temple of Doxy Sack Lane, borrowed between the devil and God, or trash
And modern man is sick and tired of all his limbs which keep him free
He says, hack them all, throw them to the dogs, I want a body like a missile, give me a brain machine
He says, want a body like a missile, give me a brain machine

And there was a time before Italy invented beauty, before Socrates birthed philosophy
When today was a day just like any other, before Facebook gave us morality
Like yesterday, when I sold you so long Craigslist, and a moment later your mama bought it right back
You might call me hateful, you might call me nostalgic, but modern man invented that

And modern man is as much a victim as the modern man on which he's fed
Modern man got a world to conquer, but modern man is chained in thread, yes
Modern man is chained in thread

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