Lyrics

I want a planet of my own I'll use my schizoid children to gain control They can see into the future A thousand buildings going up Tips on land I can invest in I like my children all screwed up Gubble, gubble, a 21st century word (time slip) Gubble, gubble, a 21st century word (time slip) In the 21st century With a kind of x-ray vision He sees inside skulls, inside skin Greens turn to rotten things A nightmare, endless decay He sees the buildings crumble But I don't care I want to make money I want to be king A very distant planet to call home A brood of schizoid children all my own They can see into the future Some people say that it's a curse I say language is overrated I like my children and their couple of words Gubble, gubble, a 21st century word (time slip) Gubble, gubble, a 21st century word (time slip) In the 21st century Tell it to me I don't understand Time slip in the 21st century