Religious iconography giving you the creeps? I feel rougher than a disco lizard tongue along your cheek The rise of the machines I must admit you gave me something momentarily In which I could believe But the hand of harsh reality's un-gloved And it's on its way back to scoop you up Not on my watch I want to stay with you my love The way that some science fiction does reflections in The silver screen of strange societies Swamp monster with a hard on for connectivity The ascension of the cream Ma** panic on a not too distant future colony Quantitative easing I want to make a simple point about peace and love But in a s**y way where it's not obvious Highlight dangers and send out hidden messages The way some science fiction does I've got the world on a wire in my little mirror mirror on the wall In the pocket of my raincoat So I tried to write a song to make you blush But I've a feeling that the whole thing May well just end up too clever for its own good The way some science fiction does