We Are the Future Songtext
von Hondo Maclean

I want to celebrate this, wet the baby... wet the baby′s head
Tickle me pink, you're such a heart-breaker; hip-shaker, make a move. Here′s a thought Worth comprehending, do you believe in creating your own destiny?
Strapped in red leather, keep your feathers to yourself
Lift the scalpel off my chest, this is almost hilarious
Tickle me pink, you're such a shoe-gazer; hell-raiser, don't you entertain the notion
All cat, no claws you′re the truth, you′re the fiction, juxtaposed at opposite ends
We are the past; we are each other, we are the world; we are the future
Keep your feathers to yourself, lift the scalpel off my chest