Chomsky
Текст песни Utopia

The super highway never gets to you
Long distance calling never makes it through
Electric dreams are over lit again

The futures here; Utopia
Way to go, way to go, way to go
Concrete beauty and power flows
Way to go, way to go, way to go

It might be nice
To have darkness every once in awhile
Admit not having a clue
But instead I'm awash in these
Cold neon lights
High powered lights
Cold neon lights
High powered lights

Expositions world fair 1939
Way to go, way to go, way to go
The future was clear and it came in time
Way to go, way to go

It might be nice
In the night to have a star lit sky
Black ocean lit by the moon
But instead I'm awash in these
Cold neon lights
High powered lights
Cold neon lights
High powered lights

The super highways never get to you
Long distance calling never makes it through
Electric dreams are over lit again

The futures here; Utopia
Way to go, way to go, way to go
Someone envisioned it, and I'm living in it
Way to go, way to go

It might be nice
To have darkness every once in awhile
Admit not having a clue
But instead I'm awash in these
Cold neon lights
High powered lights
Cold neon lights
High powered lights