Future Boy Today/Man Of Tomorrow Songtext
von Tobin Sprout

My espirical flashes
Modelling weed
Slip those inside
The shoes in meetings
The clothes of masters
Summon the senses
Start rubbing the eyes

Standing on thrones to hip height
Rockets in there, in the night
As just somebody seems to explain


I wish credit to the racing
I could not avert my eyes
There′s just so many ways to go insane

Won't you carry me away?
Won′t you carry me away?

Future boy today
Man of tomorrow, man of tomorrow, man of tomorrow
He's the future boy today
Man of tomorrow, man of tomorrow, man of tomorrow
He's the future boy today
Man of tomorrow, man of tomorrow, man of tomorrow
He′s the future boy today
Man of tomorrow, man of tomorrow, man of tomorrow