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22nd Century

This song is by Nina Simone and appears on the compilation album Sugar In My Bowl - The Very Best Of Nina Simone 1967-1972 (1998).

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