Lyrics:

There is no oxygen in the air
Men and women they've lost their hair
Ashen faces, legs that stand
Ghosts and goblins walk in this land
When today becomes yesterday
And tomorrow becomes eternity
When the soul, when the soul goes way beyond
When life is taken and there are no babies born
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, ahhh...

The 21st century was here and gone
And the 20th century was the dawn
The beginning of the end was the 21st
When the 20th century was at an end
1990 was the year when the plague struck the earth
1988 was the year when men struck out for freedom
And bloodletting was the thing that was
People said, people said there was no cause
There was no reason and there was no cause
1972 was right all the way
Drums and bugles blasting all though the day
Right wing, left wing, middle of the road
Side-winder, back-swinger, backlash, whiplash
Redstockings' liberation of women
Liberation of man
Everybody carrying a heavy load
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, ahhh...

Liberation of animals
Prevention of cruelty to animals, man and beast
Flying and non-flying things
Revolution of music, poetry, love and life
Sex changing, changing, changing
Man is woman woman is man
Even your brain is not your brain
Your heart is a plastic thing that can be caught
There are no more diseases that can be caught
Man became the thing that he worshiped
Man truly became his god
That was the day that man and woman truly became bored
Man became his good and man became his evil
Man became his god
And 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, ahhh...

Young women with their funny coughs

Big dogs, big dogs
Big dogs living in marble lofts

Young men, young men die in the spring
Boys of 7 falling in love
Give that lady fair a diamond ring
Wedding, wedding, wedding, wedding
Y'know a wedding ain't no thing

Don't want no preacher man
Don't want no preacher man preaching
Give me your hand and take my hand
This is better than a preacher man
The truth, The truth is now unfold
7 years, 7 years so I am told
Don't sway me over
Don't try to sway me over to your day
Because, because your day
Your day, your day will go away
Tomorrow will be the 22nd century
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, ahhh...

Tomorrow will be the 22nd century
Tomorrow will be the 22nd century
Tomorrow will be the 22nd century