"2054" lyrics - THE CHURCH

Meanwhile in 2054
Things are getting insane
The cost of living
The lost art of forgiving
All my royalties running down the drain

A trillion streams in a millisecond
Let's see that means I earned about three cents
A trillion dreams in the human cloud
Now we got no defense

Two thousand
Two thousand and fifty-four

Meanwhile, in 2054
And things are really warming up
The art of prayer or start talking to the air
Your karma runneth over my cup

A million minds in the afterglow
But my guitar is still in hock
A million kinds of time in my mind
I just can't find a clock

Two thousand
Two thousand and fifty-four
Not like it was before
All crime and no more law
Two thousand fifty-four

Two thousand
Two thousand and fifty-four
Not like it was before
All crime and no more law
Two thousand fifty-four

Meanwhile, in 2054
Things have ground to a halt
The core is melting
Rain keeps pelting
But it ain't no one's fault

Not like it was before
All crime and no more law
Two thousand fifty-four

Not like it was before
All crime and no more law
Two thousand fifty-four