Locked in a sorry dream You know we're drowning in designer ice cream This is the present but it's no surprise Then I realise What I see I spies The past was eagle-eyed The future's pixelised I had my frisbee sharpened and honed I had it galvanised and chromed Decapitate and bury your toys My frisbee brings the noise What I see I spies The past was eagle-eyed The future's pixelised (To see ya, to see ya, to see ya, nice to see ya...)