Microwaved
Evidence of your intrusion, multiplied by my contusions.
You can't suture the future (though you might try).
Because we're cut, dried, microwaved, safe in the knowledge that we'll be saved.
You say there's no black in the union jack but you can't give me a single reason
why.
I say there's no 'common wealth' in the commonwealth, 'cause it's the
Colour of your money matters since the day the country died.
And don't you read the papers?
Economics is going to save us and " science never sleeps ".
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