Reto Lyrics - Money Money 2020 - Network

Reto, you're a technical whiz 

Masturbating with computers 

For a legion of kids 

Reto, you're a solid state 

A microchip and designer tape 

Oh, Reto, where did you come from? 

With transistors and a keyboard 

You're a virtual gun 

Reto, is there something wrong? 

The bigger wired robot is still using its probe 

When life's behind the screen of an agoraphobe 

Oh, Reto, artificial life 

A new computer and a brand new wife 

Oh, Reto, can you process this? 

A girlfriend in a coma having cyber sex 

Gamble it away with computer chips, oh, no 

Knowing where we're going 

Where do we go? 

Where we're going 

Where do we go? 

Where we're going 

Where do we go? 

Where we're going 

Oh, Reto, are you future smart? 

Fiber optics cybercloptic digital heart 

Reto, can you cypher me? 

Eight, zero, two, eleven, B 

Oh, Reto, it's a stripped down world 

Like muriatic acid in a toilet bowl 

Reto, it's an S.O.S. 

We're microwaving signals like a scientist 

Our bit-rate is shrinking to a non-existence, no 

Knowing where we're going 

Where do we go? 

Knowing where we're going 

Where do we go? 

Where we're going 

Where do we go? 

Where we're going 

Where do we go? 

Reto