Nina Simone - 22nd Century lyrics

There is no our children in the air Men and women have lost there hair Ashes and faces and legs that stand Ghost and god blends work in this land When tomorrow becomes yesterday And tomorrow becomes eternity When the soul with the soul goes away beyond When life is taken and there are no more babies born When there is no one and there is everyone When there is no one and there is everyone Tomorrow will be the 22nd century Tomorrow will be the 22nd century Tomorrow will be the 22nd century It will be, it will be, it will be, Ah 21st century was here and gone And the 20th century was the dawn In the beginning of the end was the 21st When the 20th century was at the end 1990 was the year When the plagues flood the earth 1988 was the year When men and women struck out for freedom And bloodletting was the thing that was People say there was no cause and There was no reason and there was no cause 1972 was right all way Drums and blessed all through the day Right way, left way, middle of the road And side wind, bench wind Race Stockings, red stockings Liberation of women, libertion of men Tomorrow will be the 22nd century Tomorrow will be the 22nd century Tomorrow will be the 22nd century It will be, it will be, it will be, Ah Liberation of animals Men and beast, flying and on flying Prevention of employ to animals Flying things, revolutions of music Portrait, love and lives Sex's changing changing changing Man is woman, woman is man Even your brain is not your brain Your heart is a plastic thing And can be bought There're no more businesses can be court Man became the thing, that he wash up man Every gone is god, that was the day That man and woman truly became bored Man became his eagle, man became his evil Man became his god, man became his devil Tomorrow will be the 22nd century Tomorrow will be the 22nd century Tomorrow will be the 22nd century It will be, it will be, it will be, Ah Young women without money caught Big dogs living in marble love Young men die in the spring Boys of seven falling in love Give the lady wear a diamond ring Wedding, wedding, wedding You know all wedding ain* the thing Don't want to know prayer, don't want to know man Give me your hand, and take my hand This is better than tanbobrs Prayer men, yeah The choose is now on pole It says somebody else, soul and toe Don't try to sway one over To your day, on your day Your day will go away Tomorrow will be the 22nd century