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