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13.   Many men have lived before, And many tried to open doors, That were closed to them, Now we face the same routine, We'll blast the doors with gelatine, We'll open them. ~ In this modern, scientific age, Where microchips are all the rage, We can do the things we want to do, We can do those things for me and you, That people never dared before, We are the ones to open doors, We are the new conquistadores, We are liberators. ~ And all those doors are open now, And everybody wonders how, We opened them, The liberators are freeing you, The doors open, expose their view, We've opened them. ~ In this modern, scientific age, Where microchips are all the rage, We can do the things we want to do, And we can do those things - yes, me and you, That people never dared to do before, We are the ones to open doors, We are the new conquistadores, We are liberators.

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14.   Machinery around you, It's sneaking up behind you, It'll get you. ~ Nowhere left for you to hide, It searches for you far and wide, It'll find you. ~ Computer banks behind the scheme, Don't close your eyes, it's not a dream, It's programmed. ~ Mechanical, electrical, Everyone was sceptical, Nobody listened to me, The microchip and teletext, Told us it was their turn next, But nobody listened to me. ~ Now machinery surrounds you, The laser beam has found you, It's got you ~ The hiding places are all found, The few men left live underground, They'll find them. ~ Computers tell you what to do, It's their turn now, man's day is through, They'll programme you. ~ Mechanical, electrical, No-one can be sceptical, Everybody listens to them, Now microchip technology, Rules the world, rules you and me, And everybody listens to them

 

15. Eight years old, With old mans eyes, He never laughs, He never cries, He knows no love, But he knows hate, Bitter heart, At the age of eight. And because of things, That he has seen, He knows the way, That things will be, Is the way, That they have always been. He doesn't play, With other boys, He doesn't have, The kinds of toys, That the other kids had. He doesn't have, A close family, He never sits upon, His mother's knee, He's scared of his dad. Eight years old, With old man's eyes, Far too empty, Far too wise, What does the future, Hold in store, For a child, Who can take no more?

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