Has it ever crossed your mind
Have you never paused to wonder why the
lady's so obsessed with saving cash?
Why she hates the working class is
more with every day that passes
Will she one day up and vanish in a flash?
If you have, then I would ask
She's only lately come to
She's a poor, deprived commuter who
a stranger to the human race
Thatcher's martial posture?
Have you listened to her laying down the law
and not been scared out of your skin?
Heard her rattling her sabre,
scaring all the friends and neighbours
She's impatient for the next war to begin
show a little understanding
The way that she was programmed,
Shack in a region called the
At the very furthest edge of the
Have you never had occasion to suspect
when watching her speak on the telly?
I no ticed the occasional wild look
and sudden glazing of the eye.
She looks spooked, bummed out and funky, yes,
and oddly like a junkie as the staff begins
do not give way unto panic
She doesn't mean to scare you,
Just remember what you're seeing,
it's not a normal human being
Though I grant you that it rather looks the same
If you're under the impres
sion that our baby -faced
Homo sapiens, you're insane
They are exiles from a far galactic cluster
They malfunction and were
They are made of wire and things and
little wheels and bits of string
They are androids, strangers to the human race