The brain of britain sits in the tower of london Protected by the ravens The prime-minister and the cabinet queue up to consult it On urgent matters of state And it sits suspended in fluid Attached to ten electrodes It's a scene straight out of star wars or star trek The brain of britain masterminds the nation From this curious vantage point It's an oracle, it's a magic eight-ball That can give out just three answers (and here they are....) It's the best kept secret of all The politicians are pawns to the power Of a prime piece of meat called The brain of britain
The brain of britain was born into this limbo It knows no other existence Its consciousness floats like an island Communicating only by pulse The queen swears allegiance to the brain But the future king wants to kick it Through the streets of london like a football And that means trouble The brain of britain has no wizard of oz Pulling the protein strings Science can't explain the superbrain away And that's the terrifying thing Cos the brain can't see the world It can't see the big picture Just a colour-by-numbers before the next election