2,000 Years From Now - Steve Harley, Stephen Malcolm Ronald Nice, Robert Gladwell

He wakes, the celebrating is done

Still he silently screams

Alone, alone, lost on silent street

He sits, motionless, in his corner

Head in hands, disbelieving

The shame, the shame

A cost he cannot meet

And so nobody takes his side

No, nobody saves his life

2,000 years from now

What’ll the history tell?

Mankind, disgraced and lost in hell

2,000 years from now

What’ll the history show?

Mankind destroyed itself, oh no!

The gun, shooting-stick and the collar

Fog the eye of his dreams

Alone, alone, nothing’s what it seems

And no, nobody takes his side

And no, nobody saves his life

2,000 years from now

What’ll the history tell?

Mankind, disgraced and lost in hell

2,000 years from now

What’ll the history show?

Mankind destroyed itself, oh no!

He runs, breaking out of his cover

Shaking free of his chains

Crawls, he falls, motionless again

And so nobody takes his side

And no, nobody saves his life

2,000 years from now

What’ll the history tell?

Mankind, disgraced and lost in hell

2,000 years from now

What’ll the history show?

Mankind destroyed itself, oh no!

(2,000 years from now)

(What'll the history tell?)

(Mankind, disgraced and lost in hell)

(2,000 years from now)

(What'll the history show?)

(Mankind destroyed itself, oh no!)

(2,000 years from now)

(What'll the history tell?)

(Mankind, disgraced and lost in hell)

(2,000 years from now)

(What'll the history show?)

(Mankind destroyed itself, oh no!)