Frisbee

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...)