Looking out for number one
The conversation in the dayroom's gone
It's a brutal thought but you thought it
And in the future, it'll be the same

Looking out for number one
The conversation in the dayroom's gone
It's a brutal thought but you thought it
And in the future, it'll be the same
The same, the same, the same, the same
The same, the same, the same, the same
The same, the same, the same, the same
In the future, it'll be the same

Waltzing on an autobahn
There is cause for alarm
It's a neurotic thought but you thought it
And in the future, it'll be the same
The same, the same, the same, the same
The same, the same, the same, the same
The same, the same, the same, the same
In the future, it'll be the same