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