Modern Man

He’s the last man

And he’s been modernized

He sees the world through

Electro-stereo-scopic eyes

He’s got a lot of friends

They’re dead from the head down

They listen to him

And they never frown

He’s got a best friend

It’s him in disguise

Together they see everything through

Electro-stereo-scopic eyes

He’s got his hand on your throat

And he can feel the pulse

But don’t worry

Because he’s a modern man

He’ll turn to his best friend

They don’t get paranoid

He’ll cut you up and

Turn what’s left into steak

Skin you alive and

Turn it into real estate

Just like the Indians

He’ll use everything

He’s a modern man