They told us by now
We'd be in flying cars
Kicking the blues
On the red planet Mars
Never did once came up
That it'd be this hard
To handle the progress of man

We'd see world peace
We were led to believe
All holding hands
Kumbayaing
And yet here we are
Zoning out on phone screens
Dumbfounded by the progress of man

They'd have us healthy
With the popping of pills
Not only for meals
But to cure all our ills
Now highly addicted
Weak in our wills
Disillusioned by the progress of man

They promised we'd live
To a ripened old age
To the edge of it all
If they had their way
But who wants to live
That long in these crazy days
Welcome to the progress of man