Revival
Before I’ve charged my wi-fi up
Before my lip’s been curled
Before I sup the devil’s cup
I see Tomorrow’s World
Tomorrow’s World is nice and rank
Tomorrow’s World is nauseous
The nurses crowd the breakfast bank
(For lots of different causes)
My cabinet is filled with drones
Though most of them malfunction
They’re made of plastic skin and bones
But greased by no compunction
Tomorrow’s World is cold and tense
A place where all is pure
Where my bionic moral sense
Is stable and secure
Stable and secure
Stable and secure
Stable and secure
Stable and secure bdoing bdoing
Here are my bionic fingers
Here are my bionic thumbs
The smell of soldering still lingers
When sniffing my bionic chums
You cannot kill my kind of creeps
With crucifix or garlic
Their mouths emit a stream of beeps
And all their souls are Dalek
Click here for the bionic hand (BBC)
Click here for Tomorrow’s World (The Guardian)