Reto

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 it's 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 SOS

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!



Credits
Writer(s): Billie Joe Armstrong, Tre Cool, Mike Dirnt
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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