Spirit of the Age

I would've liked you to have been deep frozen too And waiting still as fresh in your flesh for my return to Earth But your father refused to sign the forms to freeze you Let's see you'd be about 60 now, And long dead by the time I return to Earth My time held dreams were full of you, As you were when I left; still underage Your android replica is playing up again, it's no joke When she comes she moans another's name But that's the spirit of the age, That's the spirit of the age That's the spirit of the age That's the spirit of the age That's the spirit of the age Ah, the spirit of the age That's the spirit of the age Ah, the spirit of the age That's the spirit of the age I am a clone, I am not alone Every fibre of my flesh and bone is identical to the others Everything I say is in the same tone As my test tube brother's voice There is no choice between us, If you had ever seen us, You'd rejoice in your uniqueness And consider every weakness something special of your own Being a clone, I have no flaws to identify Even this doggerel that pours from my pen, Has just been written by another twenty telepathic men, Oh, word for word, it says: "Oh, for the wings of any bird, other than a battery hen". That's the spirit of the age That's the spirit of the age That's the spirit of the age That's the spirit of the age That's the spirit of the age It's just the spirit of the age It's just the spirit of the age It's just the spirit of the age It's just the spirit of the age